“hey, you might not, but sounds pretty adventurous to me.” of course, her suspicions would be right. the only adventures he took part in were those that involved a different country and a bar crawl, picking up guys as he went along. but that was a story for another day. in fact, it was a story he kept reserved for people he knew well. “do you have like, ten siblings, or what?” he asked, amused.
"then some of my other stories are going to sound out of this world," she only had a few, but being a caretaker and a provider had sent her to some strange vices searching out money. the difference would be that she did what she had to, and he did what he wanted to; "there's six of us -- well... eight, if you count my useless fuck of a twin and our deadbeat mother."














