Dec 1, 2020
{Text} You with a fucking range rover
{Text} My range rover runs fine
{Text} I meant Logan
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{Text} You with a fucking range rover
{Text} My range rover runs fine
{Text} I meant Logan
Tane was greeted first by the sound of pug snorts and barks before the jangle of a key for the bolt. Dorothy knew this house and its familiar smells. This was second home.
Tane was grinning like mad before the door even opened. “Hey, gorgeous. And hi to you, miss mama! Hi, pretty girl! Hi!” Dorothy was scooped up and given her greeting pets and kisses before Q received identical treatment.
"Logan can wait for after! Be there in ten."
“Don’t get arrested for indecent exposure on the way here! Make sure that robe is closed!”
"I'm coming in a fucking robe. Warm up for me."
Tane just laughed. “We’re supposed to be calling Logan!”
"What if I came over? Hmm? Want a naked man in your house?"
“A random naked man? Nah, that’d be weird. A naked you? Now that sounds appealing.”
"My magic sense tells me you're coming over here to stay naked."
“I think your magic sense forgot I have to work soon,” he chuckled.
"Expensive-ass underwear turned tent. You're wearinnnnnnnnng nothing."
“Correct. Just got done showering.”
"Looking at cars online. Bored. Horny. Fuck you didn't call Logan yet, did you?"
Tane laughed. “No, not yet. I planned on asking you what you were wearing first.”