Apr 1, 2017
koffiehuis-love
Who boils your pasta?
Mmm….
[loud, more than necessary (drunk), and with her hands waving about] What? The fuck’re you “mmm”-ing at? You want me to boil your pasta water?
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koffiehuis-love
Who boils your pasta?
Mmm….
[loud, more than necessary (drunk), and with her hands waving about] What? The fuck’re you “mmm”-ing at? You want me to boil your pasta water?
Drubnk
smtibez i tujnk i might die vut i knie i csnt
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“Ah.” That’s not why he became one, though it is why he’s continued to be. The sound comes out by itself as he shifts his grip from the other’s sleeve to his wrist. “That’s incredible.” His eyes shine and his posture straightens a smidge, pure genuine here, he hopes you can at least read that. People lie all the time, and it’s not like he fully trusts the other, but he’d like to believe he was being honest about his motive.
“You’d be the kind of Sherlock Watson could look up to without having to worry.” No, that wasn’t a jab at Sherlock. Sherlock is. Perfect. More than perfect. Why wasn’t he real? They could play violin together sometime! Ah, no, he could solVE A TRICK FASTER THAN HIM. He’s done it before when reading his novels, like once, he totally could!
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"No. I want you to sleep. Before you drink yourself to death."
Caspar snickers.
“Yeee’....wit meeeh. We canh....maybees.”
Tugging As down.
“You mad...? Wanna hiiiiiic....baby....”
Trying to still get that bottle.