This is just– how my face looks, to be honest. Guess I’m just a bit tired after a long flight. Be a doll? God, that’s such an unpleasant phrase– be a doll. I’m moving, I’m moving. As much as I’d love to giggle with you over gossip while you paint your nails pink and get giddy about your date coming over, there’s a game on the telly that needs my attention. If you think I’m moving at all tonight, you are incredibly delusional, Kenz.
Ah, yes the broody look girls swoon over. The little furrowed eyebrows mixed with a pout. Gives you a nice wounded animal look. Oh c’mon, Mas. You know you love gossiping with me, don’t lie. Is a game really as important as I am? Or are you just avoiding me?














