Sep 5, 2019
{ @deathtake }
“On a scale of 1 to 10-- what are the chances you’re going to behave yourself?”
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{ @deathtake }
“On a scale of 1 to 10-- what are the chances you’re going to behave yourself?”
@deathtake - you didn’t ask for this but Wes woke up and wanted to see the love of his life.
“Amelia please-- let’s just talk about this before you go out and get yourself killed.” He pauses, pushing a deep seated sigh from his nostrils. “You know if you do this I’m just going to follow you to make sure you don’t.”
{ @deathtake we agreed telepathically that it needed to happen, let’s make it a fluffy one shall we? }
He enters, the light sound of paper crinkling against him as he strides over to her. He steps up behind her, placing the bag in front of her and leaning down to kiss the top of her head. “For you--” He pauses, shrugging off his leather jacket and placing it over the back of her chair. He takes the one opposite her and leans over the table, unable to hide the smile that comes over his features as he looks upon her. “You know, I don’t think I’m the guy they’re expecting when I order three, twenty count nuggets at McDonald’s, I always pull up to the window and they look so confused.” He teases lightly if only hoping to make her smile.