Can you please write either prompt 32 or 34 with Saskia and Anastasia. You can choose which one, I like them both. Thank you!!
32. “Whatever emotion took over just now should take over more often.”
34. “I love you to the moon and back, but I don’t trust you to cook, out.”
“Whatever emotion took over just now should take over more often, that was kinda hot,” Saskia commented as she laughed at Anastacia’s red face. “I know I’m reckless, but I won’t hammer a nail through my hand.”
“You fell down a flight of stairs from laughing too hard,” Anastacia reminded, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I also got a strike in bowling with my eyes closed.”
“With the child’s ramp and gutter guards up.”
“Ani, a strike is a strike,” Saskia defended. “Look-” the curly-haired girl nailed the nail through the wood in one go. “-I can build things, so let me help you with your bloody IKEA furniture.” Begrudgingly, Anastacia kicked the flatpacks across the floor to her partner.
“Fine.” Saskia bent down and pulled the metal frame out from the box.
“Why a glass desk? I get angry and slam my fist on the surface of my wooden one and it breaks,” she asked, gently removing the glass panels.
“I don’t take out my anger with violence, and my room has to be beautiful,” Anastacia responded, checking her nails. “Don’t get a scratch on that glass.”
Saskia flopped down on the couch, “Why did you buy so much? What did the IKEA workers think of you?”
“They didn’t say anything,” the brunette said, organising her belongings in a neat and aesthetically pleasing fashion onto her newly assembled desk. “I’ll go grab something to eat, I’ll be back.” As she left the room, Saskia took the opportunity to rummage through her girlfriend’s belongings. Nail polish, makeup, pens, makeup, hairbrush, makeup, sunglasses, makeup. Hearing lots of crinkling, she stuck her head out the door.
“Ani?” Saskia walked to the kitchen, stopping when she saw a bag of dry pasta and a pot. “I love you to the moon and back, but I don’t trust you to cook, out.”
“How about you just supervise me if you’re that worried,” Anastacia proposed, filling the pot with water and turning the stove on.
“Fine, but if you do anything wrong, I am kicking you out.”
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