#aceschuckles

SIDDOX! absolutely!

[text] You can’t text cryptic things and then disappear!!!

Raising an eyebrow at Fandral’s words, Sif pressed a hand against her stomach. “Is there actually a good way to take that?” she asked, chuckling softly under her breath and shaking her head. In most situations, she would have found a way to be insulted by that, but he wasn’t exactly wrong. She’d been to the doctor’s just last week, and while there was a part of her that was terrified of being a mother, there was a part of her that was actually excited. “Now that you mention it, I guess I should tell you,” she mused, taking Fandral’s hand and steering him towards the living room. “You might want to sit down,” she added, motioning to the couch. Knowing her husband, he wasn’t going to take it well. As soon as he was sitting down, Sif grinned, sitting down beside him. “You’re going to be a father!”

She couldn’t help but laugh, rolling her eyes. Fake listening. Of course that’s something Carter was teaching. “Is that actually something you find charming in a guy?” Dana asked her sister, a look of disdain crossing over her features. “Shouldn’t you be going for someone that… you know. Actually listens to you?” Unlike most of the people Dana knew, she had no tolerance for bullshit, especially when it came to guys. There was a reason she’d broken up with Carter, just like there was a reason she was still single. “You know you’re better than that, right?” she reminded Thea, a small smile curling around her lips. “Any guy that Carter’s helping out is going to be full of bullshit, just like him. Kick him to the curb and find someone better. It won’t be hard.”

Caleb rolled his eyes as Carter spoke, punching him softly in the arm. “You’re the one that taught me everything you know,” Caleb reminded him, an easy smile on his lips. He’d been useless at relationships before he met Carter, and while he was still pretty useless, he had improved slightly. He had Thea now, which had been his only goal. So maybe he was a little bit whipped, it was better than nothing. “So really, it’s all your fault. Maybe you should be stepping up your game. You claim to be such an expert, but I’m not seeing it.”

[text] Actually show me you miss me and maybe I’ll listen.

[text] Just because I decided to take up knitting. I wanted to make a scarf, okay?

"Is that supposed to be a hint?" Griffin scoffed, an eyebrow raised as he looked at the bouquet in Michelle’s hands. He couldn’t help but laugh, despite knowing it probably wasn’t the response she was looking for. He was probably supposed to say something romantic about how they were going to be next, but they’d only been dating for a few months. Going to her cousin’s wedding had been enough of a step. "Sorry," he added, straightening his face when he noticed the annoyed look on his girlfriend’s face. "This relationship is going to be a disaster if you can’t learn to appreciate my terrible sense of humour, babe. How about we just dance instead," he suggested, a smile curling on his lips as he took Michelle’s hands, leading her out to the dance floor.