#cobraiisms

Over Uma’s dead body. Skyping would have to be enough. She wanted their daughter to have nothing whatsoever to do with her grandparents and she knew Jay felt the same.

Ava was fussing after their latest skype session and she wouldn’t calm no matter how Uma rocked her and cooed to her. So she passed their daughter to Jay, knowing he could usually get her to stop crying when Uma couldn’t.

“She’s definitely daddy’s little girl.”

First of all just step back a minute, you don’t know me in the slightest. Yes, I admit that I may have sent some smutty/shippy asks through. But for the record never was Lana under any obligation to answer them. Ask memes, even shippy ones, are a base to start RPing with people, even rejection can be a great starter.

Second, I never, and I mean never, ever joked about sending or pushing for a relationship/smut in her DMs.

Also, I’m not the only one at fault here, there has been damage done on both sides. Yes, I’ve just admitted that I was in the wrong with sending some smutty asks, but Lana also escalated the entire situation by embellishing details and spreading false information rather than speaking with me. Instead of blocking me and moving on she went out of her way to try to turn people away from me to the point where I was removed from more than one chatroom.

Whatever is going on between Lana and myself is no one’s business, and they should keep their opinions to themselves and let Lana and I work it out on our own, she knows how to get in touch with me if she wants to apologize and move on from this.

Uma let out a soft groan of her own in protest to the warm body next to her moving unexpectedly, but she quieted herself a few moments later when the heat of his body blanketed her back as he curled around her. She wasn’t used to being cuddled or held. Even now, months after first spending a full night in Jay’s bed, it still felt a bit strange. Taboo, even. That’s just how they were raised, but they weren’t on the Isle any longer.

“Mm, stay still..” She mumbled, eyes still shut, half awake and more than willing to drift back off to sleep. If he wanted her closer, that was fine for now.

Jay is Popco