The Illest of Truths

The world is a mess, but I'm objectively pretty so that makes everything a tad easier to deal with.

[donoxdeeds]

Text || Denise

Dare: Stalker...

Dare: I'm flattered.

Deeds: Is that your way of saying you don't follow ME on Twitter?? The fuck dude?

Deeds: This is why you don't get any damn cookies.

[donoxdeeds]

Text || Denise

Dare: Fair.

Dare: How do you even know which town I'm in??

Deeds: I follow you on Twitter.

[donoxdeeds]

Text || Denise

Dare: Hmm, not acceptable. I always deserve your attention.

Deeds: You deserve a knock over the head.

Deeds: But, lucky for you, I am in town.

[donoxdeeds]

Text || Denise

Dare: And why wouldn't I??

Deeds: I can't think of a specific reason right now, but I'm sure there is one.

[donoxdeeds]

Text || Denise

Dare: Shit.

Dare: I want you to bake me cookies.

Deeds: What a charming offer, but I don't know if you really deserve them..

[donoxdeeds]

Text || Denise

Dare: I tried to make cookies, like the ones you made me that one time, and I burnt them. :(

Deeds: That's because you don't have the magic touch, or smell, of a Donovan woman. We always know when cookies are done. Every batch is different.