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@jupiterfree // rebecca asked: do you ever think about what you'll say or why you're speaking?
"Just because you work for him does not mean you can speak to me the way he speaks to me. Do you ever think about that?"
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@jupiterfree // rebecca asked: do you ever think about what you'll say or why you're speaking?
"Just because you work for him does not mean you can speak to me the way he speaks to me. Do you ever think about that?"
OPEN.
"This tone you're having with me is a little strange."
OPEN.
"You know my favorite thing in the world? A cashew. A pickle. And a block of cheese."
OPEN.
"Speaking of which: lesbianism."
OPEN.
"I took a big loss. — Not that anybody cares."
@theirmadness // strange said: something's different. wrong.
"No—no no no no no."
"Everything is—we're good, here. We're doing good work. What are you talking about? Where did you come from?"
OPEN.
"You put a bunch of men in a room, they always have a good time—"
@topshelfperverts // kilgrave said: "you can’t get rid of me."
HE KNOWS.
At a party at Dick and Jacky's house not too long ago, Erik had subtly asked Dick for a bigger house, a nicer plot of land. Something more like Max and Paul have, you know? Dick shut him down, rubbed his lack of life partner or heir in his face, and Erik took it in stride.
But if this is his punishment for daring to dream of more glamorous circumstances, he's certainly not accepting it submissively.
Erik slams his cereal bowl into the sink and grips the edge of the counter. He breathes.
"I'll have Max pick you up this morning. I'm not driving to the facility with you one more fucking time."