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However, if you truly want me to relax then I suppose. . . a massage would be nice. Either that or we could sneak off to the training pool and take a late night swim.
What is it /you/ would like to do?
I am not asking about what you have been up to, but rather how I can make your day a little easier. ( she then transfers the spoon to her own tongue after dipping in the caramel again, licking it clean before continuing. ) I'm not going to pry where you don't want me to, though +
I even got my pumpkin costume for you and you say this shit to me. </3 I'm so hurt. Imagine me saying I WON'T rub it down to the point I'm a Barbie doll for you. This fuckass earth don't need me no more.
It's not a limit to how much I love you, but rather a limit on how much physical pain I'm willing to inflict on myself for anything that isn't life or death. Besides, I'll make it up to you.
[ Licking the topping from the spoon while maintaining eye contact with her. ]
So there is a limit to how much you love me. ( she puts the spoon in the caramel before her other hand raises to her heart like veronica feeling trixie tang splitting her picture in half. ) I don't need milk anymore. Think I have Fairlife in the fridge anyway. ( casually, she is+
I love you enough to make it a beacon that summons ants, but I'm not taking sandpaper to it. [ Cocking a brow and watching her come back with a spoon. ] As for double milk, alright fine. Make it triple if you so desire.
Caramel *scented, you -- ( she trails off, going to get a spoon as if to eat the caramel itself directly. ) You will have to use sandpaper instead honestly for leaving me alone for so long yet again. I will need double the milk to make up for it.