Give me a little more.

Yeah that sounds… terrible. What- uh… What would you do if you didn’t live at home? 

Ugh who knows. I don’t even want to think about that. Being a grown up. Nah. 

I’m close enough to 30 to say that’s a really good fuckin’ idea. Can I just like, live vicariously through you and also be 20 forever? Because 28 sucks.

30 sounds so old. The hell. Be 20 with me forever. 

Are you going to throw some glitter on them, as well?

Glitter bomb. 

Secret? Babe, that’s bold. Underage drinker is a vibe your aura doesn’t leave until you’re at least 30.

Oh but I’m not going to turn 30. I’m staying 20 forever. 

Like legal age requirements for drinking ever stopped us.

Shhs, don’t tell all my secrets. 

Oh? That’s handy. Less space for you to hide things in then. Probably for the best. Who knows what you would store in… the stove or… in a cutlery drawer, right? 

Okay, okay. Don’t take advice from me. You’ll end up with no space and glitter everywhere. 

I don’t see why not, good luck finding them though.

Ahh, my hidden talent is finding people. And kicking. 

Shout out to the person who decided to park /right/ next to the handicap parking spaces, thank you so much for making it much harder to see when I’m backing out. Gotta love people like that, not.

Can I kick em. 

I don’t know about anyone else, but I don’t think I’ll get tired of hearing I’ll make a man out of you on repeat. Hell, I don’t think I can get sick of watching Mulan over and over again. 

Mulan is top tier level. 

Is it weird or rude that I’ve always had this fantasy of throwing a drink on someone? I’ve seen it in so many tv shows and movies. It just feels like it would be pretty empowering. Or am I completely crazy?

DO IT 

It definitely isn’t one. I’m a little concerned about what your place must look like if you’re just putting things anywhere and everywhere. 

I live with my Dads so you know, just my room looks like the bombsite. 

Babe, look at you — you’re already all grown up. It’s weird.

Pft, barely. If we lived over in America, I still couldn’t even drink. Like the hell is that about? 

You don’t live for 32 years without learning what they best things in life are. Those things being quality pizza and cheap beer, of course.

I wanna be just like you when I grow up. 

…Hide things in cupboards? What am I hiding? Do I just randomly store clothes in the cabinets of the kitchen? Where do I put the kitchen stuff then? 

Listen, I never said it was a practical idea. I’m just throwing shit out there.

Are they?

Well, I think they’re adorable. All fluffy and purrs. Adorable. 

Oh you don’t know how true that statement is. I’m going to work on it, honestly.

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Oh good. That’s what we like to hear. 

After living in Manhattan and London… this is definitely a wild change of pace. Everything is seems so much smaller here- the shops, the apartments, even the hospital seems just so tiny and unnervingly quaint. I’m not sure I like it… but it’s only been a few days since I started there. I’m still trying to figure out how to fit all my damn stuff in this flat. 

Just hide things in cupboards. Easy.