[ Messy bitch insanity is a balm for existential dread. ]
What? That's so twisted. [ (appalled, affectionate) ] Are they a looker? We'd make a fucking pair.
[ Terrifying through and through these wes, these extended hands, for how quickly they could fall apart, but the stakes are only so high because of course he has to say— ]
What the hell, why not? [ He has nothing left to lose except the rest of his life. ] You'll have to convince her to put it on the calendar. My secretary.
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What? That's so twisted. [ (appalled, affectionate) ] Are they a looker? We'd make a fucking pair.
[ Terrifying through and through these wes, these extended hands, for how quickly they could fall apart, but the stakes are only so high because of course he has to say— ]
What the hell, why not? [ He has nothing left to lose except the rest of his life. ] You'll have to convince her to put it on the calendar. My secretary.