((It's gay month I'm adding a flag to my display name))

((No bi emoji 🥺

I'm drawing dicks on every piece of equipment you control. Hooks? Dicks. The hatch? Dicks. Don't even get me started with the exit gate. Fuck you.

I am literally the king of manipulation I cannot believe you're trying that on me right now-

Don't call him that, it'll make him feel old. He couldn't help but smile though. He ruffles her hair and begins to lead her inside, out of the cold. "Guess I love ya' too, Batty." He's pretty sure there's a nice little room that isn't falling apart as much. It's hers.

What do you think pissing me off is gonna accomplish Angry or not, it all ends with me digging a blade between your ribs

I'm fuckin' fantastic at it. I'm telling you, one little scratch and I'm raising as much hell as possible.

Gays.

"If I knew you were just sleeping outside I would have taken you here sooner. No place for a kid." He grabs a balled up blanket from the corner and brings it to the bed. Wasn't the nicest bed in the world, but it must be league's better than what Batty was used to. "Hop up."

"I'm hoping that's gonna be the case. Unless you brought some garbage." He teased, nudging her a big before sitting up to fix his jacket. He wasn't a stoner by any means. Just used to putting harsher shit into his lungs. A miracle he doesn't get winded easily.

The closet is glass-

No- I mean, maybe a little. ...Okay fine.

man what the fuck

No I'm not British that's too far.

I MEAN- There's nothing wrong with being British- I'm Canadian which is like diet British.

I want to hit some of you with a pan hard enough that your face cartoonishky flattens out and little birds spin around your head.