“Oh you er, didn’t? That’s… Groovy?”
“Would it be out of line if I said you were a good kisser?”
“Groovy? Did we step back in time or something?”
“No it wouldn’t be out of line if you said it.”
-clings in a decidedly desperate and pathetically fashion-
-clings and pets-
No. Not really..
Hmm, well good because I won’t hit you unless we are training.
“I have no idea.”
“Me either…. Damn.”
When do I ever lie to you?
You lie to me all the time… Especially when you call me sexy. It’s a bunch of lies.
“It was more me kissing you that you’d have a problem with that I was worried… About.”
“I didn’t have a problem with you kissing me.”
Im gonna head off here for a little while. I’ll be back later, but no promises on replies then.
Or, as the french say, bonjour… I take it that you’re not mad, then. About the kiss?
If I had a problem with it, you’d know it. So don’t worry.
Well hello to you too.
Me no like it when you have bad days. -clings-
I don’t like it either… But it happens a lot when my doctor decides to change my meds on me when one of them stop working. -clings tightly too-
