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"Jealous? No. Territorial, maybe."

"Tt. You couldn't handle what I drink."

"I know you can't, because you give yourself nicknames."

"I'm largely saying that Kyle is best left alone in the woods."

"Not possible. Every party goer will try to vote for themselves."

He laughed, then dipped in, forehead against her's. "I should be concerned that you would ever believe your brother might take your place."

"Who, ironically, isn't much a boob man."

"Did we just agree on something? I suppose this is an appropriate year for the calamity."

"The only thing he's getting from me is routinely insulted."

"I think you just proved my point in a characteristic bout of hubris."

"Disaster usually preludes it. First, the world catches fire, and then it collapses."

Hm.

Leans his back against her's, a hand resting on her knee.

Don't encourage him.

"Finding herself a new lease on life? Accumulating life experience?"

Because, I'd like to think I've maintained SOME sense of mystery.

"<Hello, love.>"

You're feeling inquisitive today.