Griffyth: Your drunk naked friend is roaming the living room. Started roaming my room. Please come retrieve him
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Griffyth: Your drunk naked friend is roaming the living room. Started roaming my room. Please come retrieve him
"Hey, would you look at that. Mr. Blonde Doubter is back again."
Griff: why do you keep texting me
Griff: I told you
Griff: we're done
ourintimationsofmortality
"Stop staring at me." Oliver complained, a fake pout on his face. He could see than man in the corner of his eye standing by the frame of the door. The brunet just couldn’t seem to find the flannel and pair of sweatpants that he’d practically shoved into his bag with a bunch of other clothes,not even bothering to take the time to just find three outfits instead.
"But you look cute. Just wear those," he laughed, coming up and wrapping his arms around his waist. "Or you can borrow sweats from me. Might be a tad small."
"I honestly don't care what you're saying right now."
"I'm not getting out of bed, sorry."
teengedrtbg
"T-that’s not true… A lot of people care about me…"
"You've said it yourself. I'm the only one who cares."
"You might wanna cover those up. People might get the wrong idea." Its meant nicely, just doesn't come out that way.