flattery will get him — nowhere. but maybe somewhere. either way, don't stop that. that's very nice.
she didn't mean to get sick, but her suit doesn't give much in the way of heat. especially when it's almost freezing temps.
[ she's not saying a damn thing. ]
that would be a very good plan. she herself will pack tonight. they'll be on a plane in the morning. tickets already booked, heh.
[ don't tempt her. ]
shut the fuck up before she decides she would rather nurse herself at ben's.
don't make her regret making him her first choice.
and yes. it is FUCKING COLD OUT.
she does not. she totally can be clingy when she isn't sick. stop saying she's sick and hold her, damn it.
she's just tired.
presses her cold nose to his throat.
[ plead the fifth. ]
it's settled. pack his bags. they're going to somewhere nice and cozy. but if they end up leaving the original destination and having yet ANOTHER trip, well..... she won't hate it.
[ choke. ]
[ censored due to grotesque verbal descriptions of violence. ]
then maybe she should extend it beyond a week and remove temptation entirely. like, say, perhaps a trip? just the two of them?
[ no. ]
she can't stand him.*
. . . when there's an emergency, he isn't allowed to sneak away. if he's out of sight for more than ten minutes, she's liable to cause mishaps. got it?
[ * Mack. The Mack Down. Like Kissing. but not anymore. 🤢 she doesn't want to kiss him now. ]
don't tempt her*.
is that so? he'd really be willing to let the city take care of themselves for the higher end of a week? no interruptions?
[*stop before she puts the mack-down 5000 on him.]