“I think it’s like— you know how in spy movies they microdose poison and stuff until they can just not be affected by it? Like that. But with blood rushing to my head.”

Does a little flip.

gwen is short for gwenjamin.

“My bad?”

i don’t see the problem.

“… Wh—. You talk like a fifteen year old redditor.”

“What are you even talking about?!”

“I don’t like you.”

what if i just didn’t, actually?

“Man…” Did he hurt her feelings? He hurt her feelings, didn’t he? Now he feels bad. “Not like— look— I was kidding.”

OKAY, OKAY, OKAY— Let’s— [ sweating. ] Let’s not get too hasty here!

This isn’t even remotely fair.

Cause— cause nobody needs to know about that, that’s private. And I wanted to be funny. I don’t know but I’m losing this argument and I don’t like it.

Talking more than I should is basically my whole schtick, Felicia, come on.

… Yes ma’am.

[ Oh, he’s embarrassed now. Mostly at how badly he lost— and a little bit at how he likes having his cheek kissed. ] Thanks.

Just gotta get your stretches in first so you don’t tear anything— it’s fine!

yikes— ripped one up? i started using different fabric for that part, stretchier: doesn’t completely fix the problem but it’s mostly fine. know what i’d really like to get my hands on? whatever hulk’s pants are made of. those things are indestructible.

dude that is like a whole scarf. i don’t get rich people fashion.