( Opening and shutting his mouth. Borderline whining once the other starts to leave )
𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘯𝘯, c'mon! I forgot! I'm 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺— at least keep me company if I'm getting hamster-wheeled!
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( arms folded over his chest , turning on his heel to walk away )
why would i do that ? you’re in time out . no super speed , no kiwis , no giving me another damn heart attack !
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@Magneto_Xaa Quentin? That's my boyfriend. Y'know, the telepath I was talking about. And in my defense... The kiwi thing is a recent development. I also keep forgetting about the alcohol thing. And the every other thing ever all the time.
This is probably a really terrible time to mention with a drink in my hand that I realized I have an alcohol intolerance that makes it just slightly more inconvenient to breathe
Okay, but like. It was less cracking and more... Crunchy. Crinkly. Like somebody shoved a wad of plastic between my bones. Probably did. Lotta suspects.
... And I may have gotten my leg broken once. But that totally wasn't my fault.
youre not gonna lose a leg, for one.
two, cracking joints are entierly normal, it's literally just noise bones and cartilage makes.
and three ... frankly im surprised you haven't at least sprained a leg as of yet.
Nooo no, I say evil in the most loving way possible, don't worry. I'm just messing around. Kinda my fault anyway, I didn't get full-named by my boyfriend for nothing.