#abgeminae

SI: this doesn't mean i like you btw asshole

                                Her Mandarin was crisp,                                 as if she had been speaking                                 it since she was born. It was                                 a test of the man, pearl-white fangs                                 behind her pretty smile.                                

“I don't have time for trivialities, either speak your purpose or leave the premises." Hands do flip throgh various pages, of notes and pictures. Notes relating to IMPORTANT matters. This other is not one of those important matters.

“I— uh— sorry, what?” He’s not sure whether they were talking too fast or whether he just somehow missed a few seconds, but either way he has no idea what the appropriate response is.

         "I admire your dedication as a door-to-door               sales person, but I'm not exactly interested in               whatever it is you've got to sell me. I'm sorry."

    "I'd like to thank, not only God, but also Jesus, for the Oscar I won the other day in a poker match against Leonardo DiCaprio and Cate Blanchett."

"---- You got a light?" Not that really needs it.