|| before anyone says anything about my ugly ass pinned tweet, I'm working on it.

Clears his throat. "I have arrived. Be thankful that I'm gracing you with my presence."

|| oof. I have some ideas about Reggie's parents.

"McCoy, you know damn well that your life would be a stinking pile of shit without this eye candy in your life." Casually gesturing to his smokin' hot bod.

Little nod of the head. The little thing's been acknowledged by ( the ) Reginald Mantle. Has her life been made? Mayhaps she'll start bawling gratefully where she stands?

Let's be real, he's the hottest Pussycat.

"Well, well, well, miss Jiménez. Are you. . .flirting with me?" He knows what this is, but he's gonna be a cheeky shit about it anyway.

Left out of the caption: someone had to hold the bike up so she didn't fall over. It was him.

|| hey, my apologies for not writing a reply yet. My muse has been iffy for this account. But I still want to write with you, so I promise I'll reply as soon as I can!