Ugh, you’re relentless. Fine, you can fork me on the couch..or anywhere else you please. We can finally break this house in without worrying about scarring anybody in the process.
Well would you look at that, there is an upside to having the house to ourselves. At least we still have each other and our time to ourselves to be you an me right now. That I don’t mind at all. I don’t know what’s I’d do if you weren’t here with me and I had to be trapped in here alone. You’re my best girl, Drey.
I’m kinda comfy on this couch. No thank you.
Fine, I’ll come to you and we’ll fork on the couch.
I don’t think that’s fitting for the current situation…
It could if you get you’re no-longer-ginger ass in the bedroom.
Can I start calling you Papa Smurf now?
Stick to ‘Sir’….
“Cause I know how to do that now”
Wait what?
who are you i’m so freaked
I’m kat. It’s all Kat. Everyone is me.
I don’t even know what any of that means to form a proper response.
I don’t either, being sex deprived does strange things to a man. My balls are so blue I might be turning into a smurf from the genitals onward.
Not in this case. No forking, just spooning, late night t.v., and sleep.
If there’s no forking then that means there’s knifing. I don’t wanna go to jail, Drey. They do terrible things do guys like me in jail.
I liked spooning, spooning was nice.
Spooning is supposed to lead to forking.
They don’t. They’re closed for forever. Go away.
What? Come on! It’s been a week! I’m forfeiting! Lil Gil and me are tired of spooning.
I wonder what time the shelters open up tomorrow…
What time do your legs open? Bazinga!
