I…don't know…established relationship. Cause I prefer to stay in and hide from whatever sounds too much like plot outside. Please ignore mistakes and enjoy.


"Hey."

"Hm?"

"Ya're pretty."

"You know I hate when you say that."

"But Kiiiiiiing~ ya are, and ya know it. That's why ya parade around in tight clothes shaking your hair back and forth."

"Remind me to never let you jack Yuzu's Ipod again."

"Hn. But then I can't listen to 'Sexy Back' on repeat."

"…she has that on her Ipod?"

"…no?"

"What did you put on there?"

"Noooooothin'. Listen, speaking of music, I heard the funniest thing the other day…"

"How? You're not supposed to leave my mindscape without us discussing it first, you kno-

"So ya know wh' turned eighteen th' other day?"

"Who?"

"Justin Bieber."

"Dear God, why did you tell me that; I don't give a shit."

"I know that's why I told ya."

"You're horrible. Ass."

"Ya love it."

"No. Maybe…"

"…hey."

"Hm?"

"Love you."

"Love you too. Despite you not making sense."

"N'thin' makes sense."

"You never make sense."

"God doesn't make sense."

"Your face doesn't make sense."

"And like God not making sense, it works anyway. Quite well, actually."

*Snort* "You still make no sense."

"We don't make sense."

"And like my face, we work anyway."

"Aww…give me kiss, King~"

"Get it yourself."

Not much else was remembered.


I'm sorry. Not.