Okay, I have chugged your fucking mouthwash, so any weird taste is officially demonic and
the result of some weird possession or another, which I'm blaming on that creepy old dude
we had to walk past. You said he's just like your neighbor? Does he, by chance, run a cult?
Maybe out of his basement or something? Well, I would keep on the lookout for any strange
pamphlets you get in the future. He has those recruiting eyes. I felt like he was scouting
my posture for weaknesses. I mean, honestly, who just sits alone by the mailbox on a week
in night? He has a porch. Like, have there been any kids driving around with bats recently?
Oh my god, really? Well, boo, those fucking whippersnappers better watch out or they'll
be getting the kick end of an assing. Oh, they absolutely could beat me up. If you give
a 14-year-old a thesaurus, they could wipe the fucking floor with me. But someone ought
to tell them not to be shit dicks, right? Even if through full body tremble. Oh, yeah?
How chivalrous of you, beating up little teeny boppers on my behalf. My hero. They deserve
it. Well, if that does make you the bad guy, I'm into it. I always had a thing for the
villains anyway. Everyone knows they're the hottest ones. Especially when they rough you
around a little bit. Besides, there ain't much sexier than Reformation. I think I know
a few ways to get you to cross over to the good side. If you want to be saved anyway.
Right there. Oh god, this is so great. I've been wanting this for so long now. I have
no idea. Wait, wait, wait, wait. Oh no, you're okay. You're okay. You haven't done anything.
I have. I have been waiting for this. Okay. I've been wishing for it. I've been lying
awake just thinking about it. Okay. Okay. Fantasizing and trying to make it manifest.
During the day I have pages of my work notebook with these little notes scribbled all on the
sides just talking about how much I want this right now. I want to enjoy it. Okay. I don't
want it to rush by and just swirl wind. Okay. I don't want it to, I don't want to speed
through just the beginning pits because I, because I want to rip your shirt off right
now, which I do by the way, very much. This is important to me. It's important that I
takes the time to really appreciate this moment and all the little ones that build up to the
bigger things. I don't want to miss them because I was too concerned with what comes next.
I know it'll be exciting and it'll be fun and I'll be really happy when we've done
it. But I, this, this is the kind of thing I won't be able to get back if we speed through
it, you know, and I want this, I want this memory, something on its own. I want to relish
the process. Are you okay if we take things slow? Really? Thank you. Thanks.
I don't think I really earlier. Just how much I like you. So I hope it's not too much.
I just, it just means a lot to me. Cool. We can still make out, you know? I just, I may
have to button your shirt all the way up to make it harder for myself to wrangle it off.
If you put like a lock on it. If you've got a chastity belt in one of those closets, that'll
work. Totally forgot to get food. Just couldn't wait to get me home. Do you want to order
something? I'm down for anything. We can eat our weight in Chinese or Italian or American
or Mexican or Indian or Greek. Well, maybe not Greek. And like watch something. It could
even just be background noise. I don't really care. But I feel like it sets the mood, right?
Okay. Well, I can pull up Grubhub and you can go change into something more comfortable.
Those pants look a bit dressy for just laying around in. Yeah, sure.
All right. So our options this later a little limited, but are you kidding me with the gray
sweatpants? What are you trying to do? Torture me?