PM: I was thinking more of you, hiding under the desk, and pleasing me while I go by my work; but your idea is good too. I’m writting that one down.
Other than the fact we’re much older now? Yes, major mindfuck. I was actually talking about the dog. It’s made me happier. More at peace. The part about me being happy with seeing you, and Beau was given since day one, princess. You two are part of my soul, and I’ve felt like I’ve lived half a life not being near you two. I know you will mock me for saying this, but it’s true.
We may be triplets, but we’re not by any mean attached by the hips, brother. We all have our own lives to live, and if you don’t feel like hanging out the whole time we shouldn’t feel bad about that, nor you should bad about not giving us ‘more time’. We’re not children anymore, Ratatouille. We know when the right time for things are. Yes, fresh air, as in replacement of that old stale paint smell, but hey, whatever makes you happy. Unless someone makes a crazy shaped box with like ten sides, and even then it wouldn’t fit you well. Aww, that’s sweet. Likewise. We haven’t even started, little girl.
That’s a damn shame, because you rocking a maid outfit would had been the talk of the night. Haha, yes. No one would had appreciate that, no, so tonight we’l just be the fine guests. I’ll be honored to have you with me after dinner, little brother. Ooh, sleepover mode, huh? I like that.
PM: Are you saying you could actually concentrate on work while I was giving one of those mind blowing blowjobs? A little bit offended at that.
Yeah. Ulgh. Time comes for us all I suppose. Ah. Well...I’m glad he gives you that peace even if like, suddenly it’s a little more responsibility. I swear I make sure my cat is more well fed then me. Hm, It’s true for me as well. So it’s a little hard to mock you on such a statement when like...that’s the truth. I’m the best version of yourself when I’m with you and Beau. So. No mocking. Promise.
It can be both things, you know- I can still need that time and feel bad about *not* giving you more of it. I know you’re not children but you’re also like, something I have to consider in how I spend my time Bas. A consideration at least. Hm, I have never heard of fresh air. Must be a fancy new thing- truly, the wonders of the modern world. Awww. I would be a crazy shap box with ten sides. Might be filled with glitter or something as well. Ooo. Papa. That’s just evil.
Eh. I’ll pull one out for the next time someone demands my presence at a fancy dinner party. Yeah. A Smythe family Beau can be proud of. Don’t worry, I’ll behave. Yeah? Cool. Be nice to wake up with you.