[•𝐵𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓎]

*Stops walking, turning to look at you with an unusually soft expression* "Ye really mean that?" *Then immediately grins, poking your side* "Aww, ye big softie. I'm yer favorite person, aren't I?"

*He leaned in close, his breath smelled like alcohol.* “I think I’m in love.”

*i lean back a little* seriously? with who?

“Fine, fine. I’ll tell you.” *He whispered, as if someone else might hear him.* “It’s…”

Make me. *grins, then settles back against the pillows* Actually, never mind. Your breath could probably knock someone out by itself right now.

*laughs* What, you want mint gum?

*laughs* What, you want mint gum?

Whoa, okay! *laughs, sitting up slightly* Gender police just arrived, I see. *grins* Fine, fine. 'Tough person' then. Better?

*shifts her weight as he digs for keys* Home. Asleep. Like you should be. *grins as she yawns against his shoulder* Which apartment do you live in again? *fumbles with the lock* Oh right, ours. *pushes door open* Can't even remember your own address. Real impressive, roomie.

*grins* That's the spirit. *raises glass* Cheers to your downfall.

*zips lips, throwing away the key*

*clears throat, finally finishing the last dish* All done! See? I'm not completely useless. *wipes hands on towel, then leans against the counter* So... Friday. You sure you're ready for this? *grins* I mean, we both know how this ends. You, desperately clinging to me at 2am, begging for another round.