#flatmate emily

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Morgan: do you find it draining to talk to me?

Reid: I find it draining to exist

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Spencer: Sometimes I feel like I live with a golden retriever

Luke: -_-

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Garcia: I think women are aesthetically attractive, the same way lemurs are aesthetically attractive

Rossi: .......

Prentiss: you wanna fuck a lemur?

Garcia: what? No! They're pretty-

Prentiss:

Garcia: lemurs are highest in my aesthetic heirarchy. Lemurs are more attractive than you in my hierarchy! Tom Ellis, very attractive man - would still pick a lemur.

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Morgan: you wouldn't feel like shit if instead of eating seven kinder bars and just had porridge-

Spencer: hey-

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I just want you to know, I just very nearly had to google 'american term for cheese toastie'

I then just panicked about my cockiness so actually googled it. Which leads me to my next question: obviously there's multiple types of toastie (cheese, ham and cheese, cheese and tomato (flatmate emily hates those), and tuna melts which might be a grey area like it's a toastie by definition but not name), what are these called in america, like what's a ham and cheese toastie called in america?

also i might be over thinking this, it's for a request by the way, don't mind me

also i'm watching narnia

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Garcia: look at this *holds up capybara plush* perfect, ideal. People? C*nts.

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"Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up."or"Is that my shirt?" with Luke alvez (found thses prompts on tumblr somewhere)

-🧊

"Is that my shirt?"

“Yep,” Luke mumbled, “Now go to sleep,”

You watched as he rolled over in bed, bunching the corner of the covers into his arms and hugging it close to his chest. You said nothing further, letting him slowly drift to sleep. There was something about that shirt. You knew it was yours, but something was nagging at you that something was off about this shirt that you needed to tell Luke about. When it didn’t immediately come to you, you sighed and forcing yourself to at least try to sleep. 

Four hours later, you found yourself still very much wide awake. You huffed, poking Luke’s shoulder, who groaned, but woke up nonetheless. 

“Are you sure that’s my shirt?”

"Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up..."

"Okay, so that is why I woke you up, but in my defense-"

“In your defence?! It’s three thirty in the morning!” 

“I know, I know, but hear me out-” You said, “I think that’s the shirt I used when I didn’t have a towel to mop up the tea I spilt on the floor,”

“Why didn’t you use the mop?”

“We have a mop?” Luke turned to you with an exasperated look.

“What do you mean? Why are you so surprised?”

“I just didn’t know we had a mop,” You said with a shrug.

Luke’s jaw dropped, “So when you say you mop the floor, you...?”

“Wet a towel, scrub, and hope for the best?” Luke face palmed before scrambling out of bed, taking his (your) shirt off and throwing it into the laundry hamper. 

“Unbelievable,” Luke laughed, “The mop is in the closet by the bathroom door,”

“The spider cupboard?“

“There was one spider-”

“And now the cupboard has to live with those consequences,”

“You are unbeliveable,”

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Me: *minding my own business*

Flatmate: you're less emotionally stable than a six year old