O)-( )-(ey )-(ow are you )-(olding up?

Pick me up. I want to look out the window.

                   ❤ —- “…is your father a large potato?                                 Would you both fair well being…my…                                    …my lovely french fries?”

"I- I liked t)-(at…" It said. Obviously it couldn’t feel the kiss, being a potato, but it liked the gesture none the less and would smile if it could.

❤ —-...

                      ❤ —- “Kiss you!?”                 And her eyes began to glow and glisten like the                     universe and it’s lovely, milky stars that swam in the sky.                             “…so fast. But if you are my boyfriend.”               And thus the succubus leaned inward, giving                the potato a little smooch upon the surface of it’s                  spud covered, dirty head.

"I- I liked t)-(at..." It said. Obviously it couldn't feel the kiss, being a potato, but it liked the gesture none the less and would smile if it could.

The potato just lay there. On a table probably. The roots not moving. Because it is a potato.

                    ❤ —- “Very well~!”                  Cue her tiny fingers pinching the edge                   of the potato root, the succubus not                     really moving either because the potato                        cannot move, because it is — a potato.                                       “…oh…a boyfriend. Is this what it feels like?”  

                           ❤ —- “…then use your roots?                                        Potatoes have roots, right?”

The potato just lay there. On a table probably. The roots not moving. Because it is a potato.

                             ❤ —- “So are you my new boyfriend?                                           If you are, you need to hold my hand.”