Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 173269 times)

"Hey, Alex. You seem to enjoy wearing MY HANDS more than those converse you're talking about."

"Yeah, they are pretty comfortable."

"Well, you know, I kind of NEED THEM!"



"Alex you might as well let him go in like, a minute or so," I say. I cough, muttering, "Valve time" between coughs.

"Oh, I love Valve." I say, looking at Alexia. "Alex, you can't break me." I say, glancing upwards.

I take his hair in my hands and shake his head around, "Anyways! I don't really like dressing up. UNLESS it's a really cute dress."

I grunt in pain each time my head is jerked in a different direction. "This is nothing."

"I typically don't like dresses. I dunno, suits just... Suit me better."

"HAH! That joke is so funny I forgot laugh!"

"The pun was not intended."

"Hear that? That's the sound of nobody caring."

I begin slapping his head on both sides, "What about casual dresses?"

I shrug. "I'm more of a formal person."