Great Scott!

If you're in charge of keeping order while I'm around, good fuckin' luck KADYM SCOTT. 19. self-appointed trouble-maker.

[nolanthepsychmajor-deactivated2]

Why do I get the feeling

[nolanthepsychmajor-deactivated2]

I’m a father. It’s my job to sound so joyful about it.

[kadym-scott]

Well, you're not my father, so you're off duty for the moment. 

[hayleeho-blog]

Silly you.

Well, I’m running low on choices, so yeah.

[kadym-scott]

Bye, then. [He bops her nose, before turning and crossing the road, then looking at her over his shoulder and smirking] 

[hayleeho-blog]

Because I’m not you? And I don’t want to go to jail?

Yeah, really. Are we done here now?

[kadym-scott]

Oh, yeah, I forgot about that part. 

If you want us to be. 

[nolanthepsychmajor-deactivated2]

Why do I get the feeling

[nolanthepsychmajor-deactivated2]

You don’t have to sound so angry about it.

[kadym-scott]

And you don't have to sound so joyful about it.

[nolanthepsychmajor-deactivated2]

Why do I get the feeling

I’m the only one around here that likes Christmas..?

[kadym-scott]

Oh, you're not, fucking trust me. 

[hayleeho-blog]

Take all the time you need, honey. [Smirks playfully, glancing at him over her shoulder] Yeah, I’ve got a date with Netflix. I’m quite late. Oh trust me boo, it’s yours. 

[kadym-scott]

Netflix, huh? Why don't you just watch movies illegally? It's free. 

Oh really?

[reubcn-blog]

No problem bud. 

Spread that Christmas cheer.

[kadym-scott]

You're kidding, right?

[el-vanderbilt]

I'm striving to be a stereotypical witch...

[el-vanderbilt]

Is that an implicit invitation to sex? There has to be a spell out there that prevents the transfer of too much chi.

And what do I win if I guess correctly? 

[kadym-scott]

Chi? 

If we're on the subject of sex, then you may have any sexual favour you please. [He smirks, chucking]

[reubcn-blog]

Why do you think i’m singing it? It’s fucking stuck in my head.

[kadym-scott]

Now mine too -- thanks for that. 

[reubcn-blog]

Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow.

[kadym-scott]

Oh my God, don't. 

I get enough of the Christmas music since it's blasting through every fucking speaker within a 50-mile radius. 

[hayleeho-blog]

Sorry to break it to you but you were adopted.

[Looks at her watch, as she smirked and continued on walking] Well, your assholeness is contagious. 

[kadym-scott]

Damn. I'm going to need to take a minute to digest this. 

[He looks at her glancing at her watch] Got somewhere to be? Hey, maybe it's your asshole-ness that's contagious. 

[esperanzahelps-deactivated20150]

The perfect excuse to gather up all the family drama at one table for dinner, drunk from eggnog and convinced that Christmas carols are actually considered music.

Absolutely brilliant.

[kadym-scott]

Oh my fucking God, do not even get me started on the shitty Christmas 'music'

[hayleeho-blog]

You’re Mick Jagger and Lil Wayne’s hybrid baby. You’re such a child, it’s literally hurting me. [Rolls her eyes in slight annoyance, before turning away from him] I wasn’t planning on being nice.

[kadym-scott]

Uh-huh. Interesting, I thought my parents were Judith and Paul, but I guess not. 

[He crosses his arms, still smirking] I guess we're both assholes then. 

[lost-little-katie-deactivated20]

And what would you be, then?

[kadym-scott]

Lord of the fucking underworld.

[jade-duncan]

Oh yeah? Well you could just ask me.

I may say yes. Well, once I know more about you, anyway.

[kadym-scott]

And what would the answer be?

Let's get onto that whole 'getting to know me' thing, then. 

[hayleeho-blog]

You wish, Lil Wayne. [Smirks, quickly but not too harshly stepping on his right foot]

[kadym-scott]

I thought I was Mick Jagger? [He smirks before she steps on his foot, upon which he moves it away, with a mock pout on his face] Ow! That wasn't nice at all. 

[hayleeho-blog]

Well, it’s not gonna work with me. In my book your cockiness falls somewhere between ” Ew, no” and ” Go away please”

[kadym-scott]

You love it. [He smiles, nudging her in the ribs]