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@bruisedpenny // lorelei asked: [ TXT ] : you start your day at 2pm?

[ sms: loreleoi ] sometimes [ sms: loreleoi ] just wasnt on my phone [ sms: loreleoi ] was havin a wholesome morning [ sms: loreleoi ] my b

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@bruisedpenny // lorelei

"Man, I don't even need to—wow. Man. I should start giving you the squeaky-clean discount. I could eat off this floor."

Gulp.

"I mean, I won't, it's not for me, but I could, really."

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@bruisedpenny // lorelei asked for: 💏 // ...to wake [davy] up

LET'S ALL JUST TAKE A MOMENT TO APPRECIATE THAT THE YOUNG WOMAN DIDN'T KILL HIM IN HIS SLEEP.

Davy wasn't worried about that for a second. He slept soundly as hell—he often does. His own apartment is more comfortable, more finely-tuned to his tastes, but his current surroundings will do just fine in a pinch.

Anyway. He isn't as grateful for his life as I currently am.

Here, now, he wishes he were still asleep. She kisses him like she's trying to startle him—or maybe he only feels that way because he is so remarkably startled. He wraps the duvet tighter around himself, pouts for a few moments, then remembers to turn on the charm as much as he can.

"My alarm was set. Did I miss it?"