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Hey, I really like your posts, You've got an awesome blog, Whats your frankly.me handle, want to interview you?
What's frankly.me and i feel like this post is fake, who would wanna interview me? Haha.
"Well I can freely mess with the thermostat at my place so you can just set it wherever. I don’t care." She could always put on more layers. Henri soon pulled back into her driveway, climbing out of the car with a slight shiver as she headed back inside. "Wanna help me cook?"
She laughed a little, "We can set fire to things outside later if you need to release your inner pyro." She teased gently as she headed into the kitchen and started to pull out various ingredients, "Will you get a pot of water on the stove while I start making some meatballs?"
"Well that’s good at least…" she was still a bit worried but she didn’t want to stress Firkle out about it. She smiled at the rat, rubbing under her chin gently. "Hopefully it doesn’t happen again…let me know though..yknow…If it does"
He nodded at her, laying his hand over...
"Well I can freely mess with the thermostat at my place so you can just set it wherever. I don't care." She could always put on more layers. Henri soon pulled back into her driveway, climbing out of the car with a slight shiver as she headed back inside. "Wanna help me cook?"
"Have you had one before..?" She couldn’t recall but sometimes it’s hard to remember a mundane thing like a seizure when your town is destroyed every other week. She smiled and held her finger out gently to the little rat, "Hello there beautiful"
Firkle smiled as he watched...
"Well that's good at least..." she was still a bit worried but she didn't want to stress Firkle out about it. She smiled at the rat, rubbing under her chin gently. "Hopefully it doesn't happen again...let me know though..yknow...If it does"
Firkle tucked his rat away inside his hoodie’s pocket before grabbing his keys, phone and cigarette pack and heading out to Henri’s car. He tugged the passenger door open and plunked himself down inside. “Thanks for picking me up. I had a seizure...
"Have you had one before..?" She couldn't recall but sometimes it's hard to remember a mundane thing like a seizure when your town is destroyed every other week. She smiled and held her finger out gently to the little rat, "Hello there beautiful"
All right I’ll be right there.
About fifteen minutes pass before Henrietta arrives in front of his house, smoking a cigarette and sends him a text.
Text: Here.
Firkle tucked his rat away inside his hoodie’s pocket before grabbing his keys, phone and cigarette pack and heading out to Henri’s car. He tugged the passenger door open and plunked himself down inside. “Thanks for picking me up. I had a seizure like.. two days ago and I’m still feeling a bit wobbly from it.”
She frowned and gave him a concerned look as she leaned in to give him a half hug before pulling back out and heading home. "Are you all right?" She asked, flicking her ashes out the window before taking another drag from the smoldering cancer stick. "You bring Bearnice?"
That’ll work. Can I bring Berenice over?
Of course. Do you need a ride here?
I was going to walk but yeah, a ride would be nice.
All right I'll be right there.
About fifteen minutes pass before Henrietta arrives in front of his house, smoking a cigarette and sends him a text.
Text: Here.
Mm.. Will you make me some sort’ve pasta?
Sure. I’ll make spaghetti and meatballs.
That’ll work. Can I bring Berenice over?
Of course. Do you need a ride here?
That depends. What’re you going to make?
Anything you like. I have a fully stocked fridge and my parents aren’t going to be home for awhile to bitch about me cooking.
Mm.. Will you make me some sort’ve pasta?
Sure. I'll make spaghetti and meatballs.
Can I come over there
Of course. You hungry? I can make you food in return for company.
That depends. What’re you going to make?
Anything you like. I have a fully stocked fridge and my parents aren't going to be home for awhile to bitch about me cooking.
I’m at home and my dad is refusing to turn the AC on even though it’s fucking scalding in here.
My house is freezing and I am buried in a fortress of blankets to stay warm.
Can I come over there
Of course. You hungry? I can make you food in return for company.
I’m at home and my dad is refusing to turn the AC on even though it’s fucking scalding in here.
My house is freezing and I am buried in a fortress of blankets to stay warm.
I’m going to attempt to comb my hair.
You own a comb?
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Dominant women.
In thigh high leather boots preferably.
Thigh High anything. Yes.
But ew.
Because it’s you.
Rude.
No one asked you anyway.
Whatever Makowski.
I’ll just strut my assertive self outta here in my thigh highs then.
I wouldn’t want you to dominate me anyway.
Well good. Because ew.
Whatevs.
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send me a ◑ for a GUILTY turn-on
Dominant women.
In thigh high leather boots preferably.
Thigh High anything. Yes.
But ew.
Because it’s you.
Rude.
No one asked you anyway.
Whatever Makowski.
I'll just strut my assertive self outta here in my thigh highs then.
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send me a ◑ for a GUILTY turn-on
Dominant women.
In thigh high leather boots preferably.
Thigh High anything. Yes.
But ew.
Because it's you.
What should I bring
Food.
I can bake something
Cool. Do it then. Make something good.