wild thing

artist ; twenty two

[artistharding]

theoreticallylake:

I’m ready. Swear. 

Can you be ready for all three of us?

[artistharding]

theoreticallylake:

Well, infected?

In a good way.

[artistharding]

theoreticallylake:

Infecting.

Well! 

[artistharding]

theoreticallylake:

This is so monumental. 

The sperm infecting me was the monumental part-- Sorry.

This is just... too big for me to wrap my head around, but I kinda have to figure out how to do that in five minutes, don’t I?

[artistharding]

theoreticallylake:

Better your lunch than your baby. 

Douché .

[artistharding]

theoreticallylake:

hattieschaeffers:

No one’s cheating. Except for with the not sitting down. It’s supposed to get them out faster, I think. I hope.

It isn’t cheating. It’s math. If I get it right it’s your win anyway so that makes no sense. 

I read something about an exercise ball.

What’s a hamster’s home have to do with math? This is why I failed Geometry three fuc-- fudging times.

Oh, you mean for sitting... for the baby... Oooh.

[artistharding]

hardingkent:

Habits?

Jamie habits. Duh.

[artistharding]

hardingkent:

Habit. 

Jamits. I’m gonna start calling them that.

[artistharding]

theoreticallylake:

Not the butt yet. Not ready.

Oh, so just my mouth, huh?

[artistharding]

theoreticallylake:

No, I’m just nervous. 

I feel like my stomach’s about to pop out of my mouth or fall out my butt, I don’t know which one.

[artistharding]

theoreticallylake:

Nervous?

Why? My hands are sweating, huh?

[artistharding]

theoreticallylake:

hattieschaeffers:

We’ve already determined that spreading your hands all over my stomach is cheating at that dumb measurement game, so don’t even try it.

Sorry, do you want some cake?

I don’t have to touch you to win. Would you sit down?

Nooo. Cheater! Let me win.

[artistharding]

hardingkent:

Don’t do that again.

[artistharding]

hardingkent:

Or the homeless drunkards that pick it up when you drop it out of your shirt. 

That’s only in summer. I wear clothes this time of year.

[artistharding]

hattieschaeffers:

We’ll see what happens.

[artistharding]

hardingkent:

That kind of shit is how you get robbed. 

By who, Lake?

[artistharding]

hattieschaeffers:

You won’t.

Oh thank god. 

I want to be the middle name. Thank you.