Who’s pregnant now, Harplow?
Wow someone calling my head “semi-decent, possibly even functioning”, that’s new. But I’ve never wanted children, even when I was mortal.
Surprising.
The part about your head, not about you and your dislike for children.
I hear you. Babies are gross.
Well, I’m glad at least someone has a semi-decent, possibly even functioning head on their shoulders around here.
Rubbers not the trend this spring, dolls?
‘Cause, uh, gross.
[Steps forward with a canted head, awaiting either another blow to the head or possibly something a bit less painful and far more sweeter]
Good, kitty cat.
Now… Shirt. Off. Right now. And don’t call me cute again.
Beautiful.
Come here.
Fine. You’re not cute. At all.
Alright. What am I then?
Better find another adjective because I’m not liking the way this is sounding right now.
[Rubbing a hand over his sore jaw] Of course you do.
Sorry, but you’re the one that decided to use the word “cute.”
Just gonna scoop this up…
You want any? I mean, it is yours.
Fuck. No.
Nope! And big shocker of the day: I don’t care.
The question is do I need some tupperware or not for this…
Can’t with you, nor do I really want to.
