@SpiritedSmoker -- of yet another interruption. "We dig a tunnel under the bed and escape the court. Change our names to Mr and Mrs Squidward, and live in a pineapple under the sea."
@SpiritedSmoker -- kidding me. Escape Plan 996." The blonde laughed with a shake of her head. It had been so long since they'd played this game. They were married now, so technically didn't need to run anywhere. Maybe it was nostalgia making her say it, or perhaps because --
@SpiritedSmoker -- she'd heard him hiss, which only helped fuel her hunger. Right now, she was a ticking time bomb, likely to explode when his body touched hers. If they made it that far, half expecting his mother to walk through that door at any moment, putting a stop to --