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(I have no idea man. What was anyone doing?)
FUCKING PATRIOTS WHAT THE HELL.
(I have no idea man. What was anyone doing?)
FUCKING PATRIOTS WHAT THE HELL.
What is 13-3?! That’s awful. And cmon @ some of the ref calls per usual.
(Of course. WE NEED TO TAKE THEM DOOOOOOOWN!)
She smiled a little. "It wasn't your fault. You don't have to apologise." She was just glad that she had someone to rant to. "We should get back downstairs, they're probably wondering where we are."
(The rams… that’s a pretty good team. Not too shabby. BUT THE PATRIOTS. UGH! They’re cheaters and ever before they were a shitty team. Y’all know Tom Brady.)
(Mhm.)
She smiled a little. "It wasn't your fault. You don't have to apologise." She was just glad that she had someone to rant to. "We should get back downstairs, they're probably wondering where we are."
“They Probably think I’m pooping, I told them I was going to the bathroom. But for the record. It is kinda my fault in terms to what I apologized for,”
(Mhm.)
Hmmm you don’t care do you?
(…A little. Did I do a good job pretending I did?)
(…A little. Did I do a good job pretending I did?)
No.
"I just told them I'd be right back, I didn't specify where I was going." She chuckled. "So even if you're in the clear, the hostess should probably get back downstairs."
"I just told them I'd be right back, I didn't specify where I was going." She chuckled. "So even if you're in the clear, the hostess should probably get back downstairs."
“Of course,” he let his grip on her loosen as he pulled back to look at her almost in disbelief.
(Welp. there goes my cover.)
I just learned what a romper is…
"What? Is something wrong?" She tilted her head curiously.
(…Okay… How did you not know before hand?)
"What? Is something wrong?" She tilted her head curiously.
“Nothing I guess. We don’t have time to get into it right now,” he shook his head a little. “Like you said, you’ve gotta get back down there,” he let his hand brush across her cheek as he stood up.
(…Okay… How did you not know before hand?)
……..……………… hi! My name is Darren. Why the hell would I know what a fucking romper is?! I’m what’s known as a male, that’s not info I need.
"Cooper wait." She grabbed his wrist. "Please, I don't want to keep having things just be in the air. If you want to tell me something, just do it."
(…………………………..You right. You right.)
"Cooper wait." She grabbed his wrist. "Please, I don't want to keep having things just be in the air. If you want to tell me something, just do it."
“Oh,” he smiled down at his feet, “No it’s just me ranting about on thing or another. After all that’s happened I wasn’t too sure if you meant it this time, the friendship. But… I spend my time assuming I was just going to die and now I’m fine all at once kinda… I dunno. Nevermind,” he had a lot to say about Fleur and how he felt aboutnother things but he just felt rushed. “How much time do I have?”
(Can I do a thing with Lillian?)
Of course.
(Yeet!)
Lillian woke up in the middle of the night curling in on herself. Her entire abdomen was twisting in on itself, when was the last time her cramps had been this bad? She couldn't remember, especially since they hadn't been bad enough that they hadn't disrupted her normal life. She tried to carefully move away from Darren so she didn't end up bleeding all over the place and probably get some pain killers in her system.
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