To me, songs are kind of like bookmarks. Have you ever listened to a song that you haven’t heard in a while, and all of a sudden, all the memories of that time period come back, and you remember what your life used to be like. They’re like milestones in your life.
Kingsley: “Not your grim face, naturally.” “Might consider putting on a different expression than ‘Hello, awful to meet you. I’m a killer.’ if you don’t want to get locked up for it.”
Kingsley: “Now, sit down and eat. There won’t be a third time I tell you that.”
Aspen: “I’m not hungry.”
Kingsly: “You haven’t eaten a thing since this morning.”
Aspen: “Still not hungry. Have a good night.”
[He pulls her onto his lap]
Kingsley: “If you’re still horny and would like to ride my leg, go for it, but I can’t promise I won’t fuck you right afterward. Hurt or not.”
Aspen: “Let me go, Kingsley.”
Kingsly: “Not until you eat.” “All of that.”
Aspen: “And if I refuse?”
Kingsley: “Then your stubbornness and I can stay here all night. You’ll eventually either eat, hump my leg, or both.”
Aspen: “You…”
Kingsley: “Bastard, jerk, asshole, dick. I know the tune, and it won’t serve any purpose aside from pissing me off, so unless you want to witness a hideous manifestation of those emotions, save it.”
Aspen: “Let’s stay like this then and see how you’ll function tomorrow at work when you’re sleep-deprived.”
Kingsly: “That mouth of yours is begging to be fucked, sweetheart.”
[Something warm is placed at my lips. A spoon filled with shrimp and
rice.]
Kingsley: “Stop being fucking stubborn and open up.” “You’re an infuriating woman. Did you know that?”
Aspen: “Funny coming from an infuriating man—”
[He shoves the spoon inside and I have no choice but to swallow or choke.]
HE FUCKING CARES BUT DOESNT SHOW IT TO HER!! OR ANYONE ELSE... THIS MOTHERFUCKER I TELL YOU