“Why do they th- do I want to know why they think you’re engaged?”
Because! I’ve been living with him for like, three years now. And we make very domestic facebook posts? I don’t know. I love Ben, just not like that.
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“Why do they th- do I want to know why they think you’re engaged?”
Because! I’ve been living with him for like, three years now. And we make very domestic facebook posts? I don’t know. I love Ben, just not like that.
“So.. if you were sleeping with this guy, it would give them hope that you might get married and have babies?”
Yes, seeing as they think Ben and I are engaged to begin with. Which we are not, by the way.
“So they would take babies out of wedlock?”
No! I mean, maybe actually... They want me to be married, for the sole purpose of me reproducing. That make more sense?
Huh. Maybe you should start charging them every time they say it, not like it’d probably work though. Tell them you’re already seeing someone to get them off your case, they don’t need to know the truth.
I should tell them the truth. That you and I are in a loving, committed relationship.
“I didn’t think parents would be so interested in your sex life unless it affected them… does it affect them?”
Well... They want grandkids. That count?
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chupacabra: what's your favorite drink?
hellhound: what do you expect to happen to you when you die?
jackalope: do you have any conflicting characteristics? what?
jersey devil: what are your least favorite sounds?
kappa: do you have strong morals?
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“Your parents… ask you that?”
Just my mom, and yeah, she did. She’s convinced that Ben and I are like, engaged and we’re just too scared to come clean.
So, I went to my parents this week... if I had a dollar for every time my mother subtly asked if I was boning my room mate, I would have enough for a new iPhone.
Someone needs to give me some new suggestions for Netflix. I’m digging through all the cooking shows.
Cooking? I didn’t peg you as the type... You should watch Blackfish. But make sure you have ice cream and vodka on hand for after.
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Well, aren’t you a kind and beautiful soul to offer that to a stranger.
I’m a saint, what can I say?
So, you will accept?
Ben shook his head, “You also make good coffee, on the off chance your up to make it.” He grinned
“That sounds great. We can get corny costumes, if you’d like.”
Hey hey! Enough with the sass mister, I work late hours. You should know that.
Can we get his and hers costumes?
“More like . . people all around. S’kinda a lot, isn’t it?” Adrien shuffled his feet, averting his gaze to the ground. “Lots of . . accidental brushin’ up against people an’ all. Not exactly my idea of a good time, y’know?”
Sam nodded, understanding what he meant. “Definitely not my kind of party, but unfortunately it’s price I have to pay for living in this city,” she forced a small smile. “But hey! If you come here like 20 minutes early, the trains are almost empty.”
“That’s surprising. What exactly are you supposed to be?”
“Um, a serial killer? Thought that was obvious.”
“Come on! Dance with me, loser! Live a little, have some fun!” Alexis teased. She had been drinking for the past few hours and had now become drunk and almost hyper from the energy drinks in some of her shots.
Sam shifted from side to side nervously, giving Alexis a nervous grin as she clutched to her drink. “Uh, I’m not really sure how to? Maybe I should uh-- Stay here and watch our drinks?”
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