"Woah. That's gay as hell. Congrats."

He shoots a couple finger guns at the other. "Still a dick."

|| HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO SEE THIS?!?

He's here. And there are a /lot/ more big guns here now. Geez... He'll be on his worst behavior.

"So is that line. /Never/ heard that before, bossman."

Ay! It's his babydoll. Perfectly imperfect as always. "Missed you, babes."

He laughs softly, kissing her forehead, a hand cupping her cheek. "You're making me a real softie, ya know that, Doll?"

"—No. Course not. Ha. Why would I (ever) need to go in there...?"

Blinks. Pocketing his knife. "Oh. Hey kiddo."

"How does sitting in time out teach me a lesson? I mean... I'm not exactly learning much." "Maybe I could learn by sneaking upstairs? Seeing what they teach."

"Always do." He grins with a playful wink, ruffling her hair a bit as he sits up a little more. "None of them ever seem to learn."

"Just for you..." He chuckles, rolling his eyes a little. He swore he could read her mind at this point. "I know you'll always get me into the best kinda trouble, babes."

He laughs a little, slightly nervous. "I mean. I was joking. I can't just go up there... alone."

"I'm not. I mean, of course not. I can handle myself, but... They're sort of savage up there. They don't just give out time outs." "I'll go get Doll and we'll ah... Zip on up."

"Right. Don't need her seeing the twisted shit they have there anyway." He shrugs, patting his jacket pockets to make sure he has enough knifes. He didn't, but, he never truly did. "If I don't come back... Stab some angels for me."

"Hey Painted Doll [ H ]... Got told we should head on upstairs."

"I'll keep her on track. Friends don't treat friends like that. Especially when their friend is my babydoll."

Hey. Vsause. Michael here. Your dreams are delicious.

Finally some good fucking food.

||▪︎ GRIMM ITS BEEN A MONTH