asking “is there a private place to breastfeed” as an excuse to get into weird typically closed off parts of buildings. its called dark motherhood u wouldnt get it…
me, as a child: *walks into the kitchen covered in my own blood holding a rabbit I fought from a hawk*
my mom, on the phone: *mouthing* I’m on the phone
Receptionist: who left a dirty coffee cup in the sink? Mino?
Minotaur: I KNOW THE CONTOURS OF A THOUSAND DANK PASSAGES, YET YOU THINK THE WHEREABOUTS OF MY OWN CUP ELUDE ME?
Receptionist: it says "I'm a-mazed by you"
Minotaur: haha o yea Kristi got me that for our anniversary