Y’know? Fair.

Getting freaky with me right here? You’re sick.

I’m literally always here. Remember? In your head. I see everything.

Totally not judging. Not even a little. Don’t even worry about it.

Yeah, I’m judging.

God, you’re all a friggin’ mess. It’s like reality tv! Wish I had some popcorn …

Not something he expected to be possible, but hell, he’ll take it! Cue him getting comfortable midair and munching down. “That’s my girl!”

Hey. Hey Rhys. Tell her I said ‘kiss my ass, bandit.’

PFFFFHAHAHA — he actually said it!

She’s just blind.

Rhys was drunk off his ass and while messing with him was fun it’s kinda lame that I can’t get wrecked too.

Haha gross.

Where the bloody hell 𝑤𝑎𝑠 that list of shit I miss from being alive again? 'Cause I'm really feeling whatever that was right now.

Every single Rhys who decides to show up I want you to know that I think you’re all bottoms and I’ll smack you for it. Bottom. Bitch.

You wish.

Maybe if I skinned ya!