@falmouthcaptain he was too ashamed to admit it. He got up himself and ended up ordering a small portion. No sauces, no salt. And a bottle of water to wash down the starchy food.
ββ Where do you want to go next?
He said hurriedly, to change the subject.
Shane glances sideways at @falmouthcaptain's burger, then at his courgette lasagne. Shit, when on earth did he think it was a good idea to go on such a strict macro diet? Why does junk food smell so fucking good?
ββ Put that away from me, please.
@falmouthcaptain taught approach. He started reading out of curiosity, to improve his diet and, whilst he was at it, to reap the aesthetic benefits, but the more he read, the further he ventured down a path from which he wasnβt sure heβd be able to turn back; only, having reached this point,
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Congratulations to Shane Hollander for winning big tonight! ππ€π»
I don't know how I can tag everyone, I'll tag more in reply if I find them on Twitter!
Had an amazing night, meeting old friends and befriending new people.
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(H. Pike is only interested in talking about his wife.)
hopes for when they both retire, even though the wait sometimes feels unbearable. He even finds himself thinking about starting a family with Ilya. Heβd make a wonderful father; itβs a lovely thought.
ββ Donβt worry about...
Did he just call the cow Jane? This man is unbelievable. Shane (Jane on a certain phone) rolls his eyes.
ββ A farmer who lives near the cottage is looking after her. One of his cows has just given birth, so sheβs going to have lots of little calf
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Ilya smiles, sadly, calmly petting the baby cow, in his head, her name is Jane. ββ Oh, so no mama, right? I do not have one, either. Is not so bad. You will find your Lily someday, Jane. She or he will be amazing.
With his feee hand, he starts caressing Shaneβs shiny black Β»
siblings, and we can go and visit her whenever we like.
Shane is so relaxed that he closes his eyes, but not before putting the bottle back into his namesakeβs mouth. He could get used to a life like this, peaceful, away from the press and the pressure. That is what he
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He tosses and turns in bed, and the more he wakes up, the harder it is for him to decide whether itβs his head or his arse that hurts more.
β You were a bit rough last night, werenβt you @falmouthcaptain?
@falmouthcaptain with other people, so letβs not talk about that. Why havenβt you come to pick me up? Iβve been waiting for you.
He touches his sides; heβs just realised heβs not wearing a T-shirt, which he finds absolutely hilarious.
A very drunk Shane Hollander sending this to @falmouthcaptain (who is in the same pub btw). Heβs so drunk he canβt see the keys properly, so heβs written it in the drawing app
@falmouthcaptain lies beneath when Ilya is in the picture is a very human and intensely heightened emotion, masked by a battle for control that neither of them usually win. He presses himself against the other's body, and his fly bulges in sympathy one with another.
ββ I hate imagining you
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