#themdamnedbones

> ... Kind of regret what you’d said back to Samedi, but... it’s already been said. Gender and identity talk is the last kind of thing you’d wanted to discuss before attempting sleep in the afternoon, but it happened. Sam happened.

> And he keeps happening.

You are my:[] Acquaintance [] Friend?[] Stranger[x] Boyfriend/Girlfriend[] Love Interest[x] Best Friend[] Enemy[] Nemesis[x] Other (I’d probably wager soulmate)

I think you’re:[] Ugly[] Ok[] Pretty[x] Beautiful[x] Gorgeous[x] Sexy[x] Hot

We should:[x] Fight[x] Fuck[x] Kiss [] Make love [x] Text[x] Watch films

I:[x] Like You[] Hate You[x] Love You[x] Know you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.

{{ I secretly:[] Hate You[] Love You[] Like You[] Dislike You[x] Appreciate everything you do for me but feel like I’m not good enough or that nothing I do to return the sentiment matches it quite right. }}

"Pale for you boo."

> Set out some food and water for the cat, grab a change of clothes, your paint, some drugs, Moloch's provisions, whatever, and fit them into your bag. Only take what comfortably fits. It's a bit after midday, you're wearing some scrubby ass motherfucking sweats and a tank, paintless and looking like hell but whatever. Kinda cold but you're still cute. Kiss the kitty, kiss Nicola, slip on some flipflops and just kind of shuffle onto the transportalizer with your baby bat.