rad. you’re a half-elf bard.

… you do know what i’m asking, right?

hah. that’s funny— you’re so funny.

no, i mean it.

more or less. cool, i guess.

i’d never.

not to you. not.. that we talk all that much.

i do? i mean— i am. super rad.

you have…? huh. are you sure you’re not, like a stealth-nerd?

hooow about drinking in a more stable environment? kind of a valentine’s tradition for me ‘n mikey to watch star trek and drink every time captain kirk bones an alien. i promise it’s more fun than it sounds.

do you think she’d like my strap collection

chickened out and showed her my 40k miniatures instead. fuck my life.

nose nudged up underneath the hem of 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫’s shirt, lips trailing spit-laden kisses across her stomach. peering back to catch godzilla taking a bite out of a transmission tower before occupying herself again.

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fridays at seven. :)

oh. like, actually?