#skealka

tlkoe voice headcanons 😨 (inspired by angxliquel)

Dirk: Impostor? What the hell does 'impostor' mean? Quint: It means that it is someone we should not trust. And we must find out who it is. Chef: I liked this game. Let's get on with it! Bardle: * rolls his eyes * Dirk: Someone killed me! Jack: Already? In the first few seconds? Dirk: I was exploring the place and suddenly, I was killed. Bardle: We must take a vote. Chef: I think it was Skealka. June: It wasn't her. * June points to Skealka, who was training hand-to-hand combat with Ursa * * Started playing again * * Bardle and Chef were killed * Chef: That was the most humiliating thing that ever happened to me. * Quint was killed * Quint: NO! BECAUSE? Jack: Where was the last time you saw him? Quint: In the kitchen. * Jack raised his skin to the kitchen * Jack: Where are you, your capirot's son? * Jack is killed * Jack: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT !? DOES THE GAME END SO SO !? WHO WAS THE TAXOR ?! June: Jack. Jack: What? June: I am the impostor. Dirk: Whateeeeeeeee ?? Quint: Look, she was very discreet. Jack: Was it you? I didn't even suspect it. And it still kills me ?! June: Yes. Jack: Why kill me? You could have killed me first. June: THE IDEA WAS YOUR PLAYING THE GAME DRUG, JACKSON! Quint: Oops. Dirk: She was annoyed. * Everyone walks away from Jack and June * Jack: WELL, EXCUSE ME! BUT IF YOU KNEW YOU WOULD STAY LIKE THIS, I WOULD NEVER INVITE YOU! June: GREAT! Jack: GREAT! * June walks out the door, breaking the glass * Dirk: Gee, man. You hurt her. Jack: I see. I'm a terrible boyfriend. Skealka: Wait for her to cool down. And let her cry a little. Jack: I need to go to the bathroom. Quint: Jack. Dirk: Leave it, Quint. They both need to cry a little. Bardle: Human relationships are complicated. * a lamp goes on Bardle's head * Bardle: I had an idea. * in the late afternoon, June had an empty ice cream jar on her lap. They had been like this for weeks. She was almost reaching the limit with this * * Jack was being pushed by Bardle and Skealka * Jack: What are you thinking of doing ...? * He sees June * Jack: No! No way. Skealka: Hi, June! June: Hi. What is he doing here? Skealka: Simple. Couple therapy! Jack and June: WHAT'S IT !?

book 8:

Bardle locks the door. - Great - June gets up. - Look where we are. - Yeah - Jack looks at the pot. - Is that a jar of ice cream? - No! - she blushes and kicks the wall. - Have you noticed that we're fighting a lot? - Yes. Although I'm the one who starts the fight. And I'm sorry. She was immobile. Get closer to him. - For what? - For today. And also for the other days. I'm sorry if I'm being a bad boyfriend and I'm starting to yell at you. I know it hurts you and that you're almost over the edge with it. She looks away. - And if you want to break up with me, I'll understand. She is startled by the word "finish". - Jack. - I'm being an asshole with you. And I think you're losing your love for me. - Jack. He looks at her. - I won't break up with you. And I still love you. It's just stress. And it's true, you're being a bit of an asshole with me. He laughs. - We'll solve it - she pulls him by the hem of his pants. - Just one thing. - What? - he smirked. He knew what she was going to say. "You are going to be punished today." She reaches inside her pants. - Do you understand what I mean? - she started talking in her sexy voice. - Yes - he started to retub also with his sexy and provocative voice. He presses it against the wall. - Today, I'm all yours. Can I kiss you? - Yes - the two started to kiss, Jack increases the speed of the kiss. - Slowly - she asks. - Masturbate me - he asks. - Got crazy? - she cuts the kiss. - What if someone catches us? - Go. We need more time alone. We give it to Quint and Dirk and they don't return the favor. "That's true." She takes her hand off the Irishman's pants. - But what I meant was if we start now, we are not going to dinner. - Great argument - he gives her a peck. - I love you. - I love you too - the latina smiles. - Come on, love. She takes Jack's hand and interlaces her fingers with his. - Are we forgiven? - he asks. - Sure - she kisses him on the cheek.