#itsnotflirting

         “ is it possible that i’m still drunk from last night? ”

@itsnotflirting & @servinglies i want my bae back and he wants his baes so come back okay

         “ tell your sons to quit stealing my stuff. ”

        “ so how’s progress on that inter-dimensional travel machine going? ”

      “ -- this is gonna sound weird but could you take like -- just like two steps to your left. Or right. Doesn’t matter....” Whatever got him OFF that corner, anyway. That corner was occupied. Firmly. By an increasingly cranky dead man.

         “ have i PACKED yet? uhh, that depends on what you mean by packed. ”

         “ yeah, okay. i know that. does that mean i can’t have a drink too? ”  truthfully, he doesn’t even like fireball. but he would much prefer it if jack didn’t get sick from it.

➥ from the very beginning, jack and arthur had a strong connection. it started one day      in the throne room of camelot castle. a simple look. an attraction. but nothing more.      then, there were coincidences, like the day in the tavern when arthur catches jack      staring at him from across the room. or the evening of the tourney, just after arthur’s      victory when adrenaline is running high. then came the sneaking around. the hiding      and lying to everyone else. luckily, they’re both very good at it. but as time goes by,      arthur finds himself falling hard and fast for jack. so when he finally musters up the      courage to tell jack that he loves him, jack has a surprise --- he already knows. and      he feels the same way.