chasingabby
âOh my God.â Abby leaned up from her nest, watching as Duncan virtually performed Shakespeare on the wood floor. âYou are such a fucking weirdo. I mean I know Iâm weird because I speak Klingon and Elvish and my tattoo is in Elvish but wow. That really takes the cake, Oscar worthy performance for sure.â She laughed, taking one of the pillows by her feet and tossing it at him. âHere, at least be comfortable while youâre dying over Hugh Jackman.â
He rolled over onto his back with a drawn out groan, putting the back of his hand against his forehead. âNeed...quality writing.â He muttered, grunting when the pillow sheâd thrown at him smacked him dead in the face. âHey--Iâm dying down here. Have some decency, yeah?â He snapped, suddenly sitting up and looking over at her. âWait--you know klingon? How the hell did you learn klingon? I can understand elvish, but klingon? Even Iâm not that much of a geek.â













