wtfvinnie:
“See? He’s an angel,” Vinnie grinned, sitting carefully on the couch, “He’s the social one, Abigail is a bit more skittish. Do you want anything to eat or drink? I could get you something. I have pop, juice, water… chocolate milk, probably some alcohol, too. And chips and stuff.”
“I’m good for now,” she smiled before she went to join Vinnie on the couch. “Let’s just chill for now, yeah? Get the night out of our heads. And like, let me know when you get tired. We go to sleep on your time.”













