"Jus' call tha lack a red splash." Murph smirked, shaking his head lazily.

"Me ai jus' babblin' tha tru'h." He shrugged with a smirk.

Would you ever get a piercing? Where? — "Ai ye nut?! Me ain't gunna needled me mi-wadi... O'er me cold arse." ask.fm/a/c1qfgi5e

"'o Alexis o' wha'ever ye aie.. Me arse nee' ta hit tha ZZ land... replies late', aye?" pic.x.com/2EnEoA4G1C

Not being able to fall asleep, Murph clasped his hands behind his head, looking at the ceiling of an abandoned house.

Put a coward to his metal an' he'll fight the de'il.

"Aye, ol' biddy." He nodded with a smirk. "Bingo ai a fun far 1960s.." The Irish joked with a stoic face.

Say but little, and say it well.

"E'ery time when me arse meet a lack, she ai 'o youn', she could be my daughter."

"Remember when me wanted ta colded tha w'ole Teller's clan... Cla ol' days." He smirked, amused.

It's a bad hound that's not worth the whistling.

Time is a good story-teller.

Laughing at her last DM. "You know you love me, Irish prick. If you not, it's a lie, Murph..." Sent a few kisses, because he hates them.

He snorted, eyeing the redhead, amused. "Me ain't lav yer arse. O'er me cold arse, bu' me ai gunna take ya kisses."

"Anot'er lack told me ai a bag o' swhag..." He spoke with a laugh. "Ya like me...e'en if ya ai a bitch."

"Ya namin' me a green prick, bu' yesterday ya named me arse a lav an' sweeth'art."

"I....hate/like....you. Now shut your ass!"

"I'm dating this green little Irish prick..." She crossed her arms, smirking at her DM. "We're alike...I like his ass." Murph Wacko

"Aye, aye... Me arse ai yer from now on, Redhead."