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[busyralph]

busy streets and busy lives • ralph penbury x reader

A strange day at work gets even stranger when you meet a man who claims he's from 1926. With no certainty as to when he can get back, you decide to take him in until that time arrives.

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Tags: Timewasters (series), modern!au, established relationship, 18+ (MINORS DNI), protected sex (p in v), fingering (f receiving)

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: When we last left the Busy Streets and Busy Lives universe, you’d been considering getting a new job now that you’ve moved into Ralph’s house with him. But part of starting a new job means having to make a good impression, letting your work speak for you. And in prioritising that, you’ve been a little neglectful of your own desires, as well as somebody else’s…

A/N: God, I missed writing these idiots. Just a quick, smutty lil thing because I didn't know how to jump back in lmao. Not all epilogues will be smutty, but a bitch has needs too, y'know.

(Also, in case you haven't seen yet, don't worry, this is @quinnkeerys themself lol, I just made this blog to keep bsbl alive :))

Ralph knocks tentatively on the door to the room that you’ve converted into your new office as you rest your temples on the heels of your hands and growl in frustration at your laptop. You look over your shoulder and your face softens into a smile. “God, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” you smile wearily as he approaches you.

“How goes your latest project, my love?” He asks, draping his arms over you and peppering kisses along your cheek.

“Take a wild guess,” you scoff, shaking your head. “I get that I left the shop because I wanted a challenge, but my god, at what cost?”

“A job far more stimulating than the same old, same old? One that’s closer to where we live now?” Ralph suggests, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and breathing deeply. “You’ve been at your desk an awful long time, darling. Perhaps you could take a break?”

You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head. “Can’t. Gotta stay on task.”

Ralph frowns. “Something ails you. Something other than the job at hand.” His thumbs start to rub circles into your back, his fingers working your shoulders. “You’re stressing yourself out far too much, dearest. You’ll make yourself ill, and you’ll be far worse off for it.”

You allow yourself a fraction of a second to lean into his touch before bringing yourself back to reality. “Look, I just - I made a good first impression and I really need to keep it up.”

“Your work will suffer from your stress, too,” Ralph points out. “And I miss you terribly.”

“Ralph…” you coo, moving a hand up to ghost over one of his as he continues massaging your shoulders. "Miss you, too."

"Take a break," Ralph repeats, a little more deliberation in his tone, swivelling you around in your chair. "Come with me." You take the hand he extends to you and stand to let him guide you to the bedroom. You give him a look, one that's about to tease him for having one thing on the brain, but instead he ignores it to ask you, "Would you lay down on your stomach?" as he presents the bed to you.

"What are you trying to do to me, Penbury?" You ask slyly as you clamber onto the bed, burying half your face into the pillows.

"Just trying to look after you, my treasure," he simpers, kneeling beside you to resume massaging your shoulders. "Help you… Slow things down, for a night."

You lift your head. "A whole night? Ralph, I -" He gently shushes you back into silence, working your shoulders and neck until you melt back into the plush of your bed. "Mmm, this is a dangerous skill you've got," you smile defeatedly. "How long have you been hiding this?"

"I must admit, I am aware of its… Effect," you can hear the proud little smile in Ralph's voice. "Which is why I only wanted to share it with you when necessary, and not a moment sooner. Just relax, darling," he purrs as he moves his hands to instead slide beneath your shirt, working the supple flesh of your back.

"God, Ralph, that feels so good," you drawl, completely becoming one with the mattress.

"I bet it does, my love," that same tone that tells you he's smiling proudly returns. "Just feel my fingers pressing into you, pushing all of that horrible tension away. For tonight, at least, it shall no longer consume you, my beloved."

His hands move lower and lower, until they're pressing just where the curve of your ass begins. Your hips wiggle involuntarily at the thought of Ralph caressing your ass, and you can't catch the automatic whimper that leaves your throat when his hands slide back up again. "Ralph…" you moan softly.

"Yes, love? Would you like me to…?" He doesn't say it, but his hands make their way down your bare back and then over your clothed cheeks. He slides his palms over your curves and only grips once he's at your thighs. "Is this where you need me?"

"I don't think the clothes are helping," you smirk, and he takes heed, tapping on your hips to silently ask you to lift them as he slowly undresses your lower half. Once your legs are completely bare, he gets to work again, massaging your feet, your ankles, up your legs to your thighs. Not saying a word, but humming in the most delectable way the whole time. 

As he caresses your ass, pressing and squeezing and grabbing in ways that have you chirping and squealing in excitement, Ralph coos, "There's part of you that I've yet to touch, darling." He moves one hand to grip the very topmost part of your inner thigh, ghosting his thumb up across your folds. "Would you l-"

"Yes," you interject hastily. "God, yes, Ralph, please touch me there," you whine, and his face lifts into a soft, warm smile.

"As you wish, my love. Though it would probably be more fruitful for you to lay on your back for that."

It feels like a chore, bringing yourself out of such a relaxed stupor just to flip yourself over, but you undress your top half in the process, too. Once you're comfortable again, and Ralph starts to get back into position, you stop him. "I think you need your shirt off, too, Ralphie."

A small, playful smirk adorns his face. "Would that help you to relax?"

You nod earnestly. "Most definitely." Amused, Ralph slips out of the quarter-zip he'd been wearing, his smile even bigger as you silently encourage him to also take off the T-shirt he'd been wearing underneath.

Once it's off, before you can try and convince him of any more, he bends down to kiss you. His hand strokes at your jaw until it opens to allow your tongue to meet with his. This kiss is different though - it's not a wild and fiery tango within your mouths; it's a slow, deliberate, controlled waltz that Ralph is definitely leading. The hums you fill the kiss with turn into full-blown moans when he reaches his hands down to grope both of your breasts.

He continues to massage them while kissing you for some time, before moving down silently to start kissing your neck, down the valley of your breasts, until his lips latch around one of your nipples. Despite your head being clouded with arousal, you still can't fight off a smile as Ralph still finds a way to include his favourite form of affection.

You prop yourself up on your elbow to watch him, playing with the loose curls that fall against his forehead as you smirk, "You really like it there, huh, baby?" He chirps happily, letting one go with a satisfyingly wet pop before moving to suckle on the other. He looks up at you adoringly, humming delightfully as his mouth caresses your sensitive nub. "So good to me," you purr.

He kisses further down your body, smattering the expanse of your tummy with soft, sweet pecks. He crawls backwards as he keeps kissing lower and lower down your body, until he naturally falls into place between your legs. His mouth wraps around your clit as he effortlessly sinks two fingers inside of you. You keen against him, whining loudly. Ralph's cheeks dust your thighs as he smiles, "That's it, my darling. Empty yourself of all other thoughts. It's just you and me. And I live to satisfy you."

"Mmm, y'go… Above and beyond that, Ralphie," you drawl, your hips squirming against him. "Shit, baby, m'g'nna… Gonna cum…"

"Oh, please do," Ralph begs as he curls his fingers, rubbing your clit with his thumb at the same time in such a way that you’re climaxing over his hand in seconds; overwhelmingly so, you feel it shooting through your nervous system, followed by a weighted feeling of pure calm, relaxing every one of those nerves.

As you recover, you hear him noisily and delightfully sucking his fingers clean. With a soft smile, you tap his head and gesture for him to move up to be face level with you. He practically pounces back up and immediately kisses you, his dry hand splaying across your cheek. You chuckle against his lips, “How did you know that’s what I wanted from you?”

“I was simply acting upon my own impulse,” he grins back. “Any reciprocation is just a bonus.”

“Speaking of reciprocating…” You start, looking him in the eyes suggestively as your fingers trace routes between each of the freckles along his chest and shoulders, committed to muscle memory by this point. Ralph’s brow furrows, and you allow yourself a quiet, breathy laugh. “I know, I know, you wanted to relax me and not the other way around, but if you wanted to keep me distracted…”

“How do you want me, darling?” He asks, hurriedly shimmying out of the rest of his clothes before reaching for the nightstand. He scrambles to grab a condom and slides it on with ease, looking over at you in anticipation.

"I don’t care how,” you shake your head. “Only as long as you want it, too, not just for me," your eyebrows knit with concern, and he smiles warmly down at you.

"Darling, I assure you that the day I would not want for you, is the day I should be put down like an old dog."

"Ralph!" You giggle as he starts to kiss your neck. 

“Shhh, just relax,” he soothes, gently shushing between pecks. “Empty your mind again. Let me take care of you.” You nod, and he reaches down to line himself up with you.

You smirk up at him, reaching up to play with his hair, “My Ralphie already hard for me?”

He whines out an mm-hm. “Missed touching you like this… Being so close to you, again…”

“’M sorry, baby,” you pout. “I promise I’ll make more time for you.”

You feel his tip barely penetrating you and inhale deeply, basking in the anticipation of feeling Ralph inside of you again, but he stops to look up at you again. “Promise for you, also.” You look at him quizzically, and he elaborates. “Promise you’ll make time for you, as well.”

Your face melts into a warm smile. "Yes, Ralph. I promise I'll do better at looking after myself."

His whole expression lights up as he presses himself inside of you, and he revels in watching your entire self form a puddle beneath him. He anchors his fists into your sheets deeply as he feels your walls clench over his cock, and buries his face into your neck again. “My darling,” he whines, “please forgive me.”

“Forgive you?” you frown. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” He replies hurriedly, still muffled from where his head is sunk. “I just… I think I might… Not last as long as I’d hoped to please you for.”

You fall into a soft laughter as you run your fingers back and forth through his curls. “Don’t worry, baby,” you coo. “The way you’ve taken care of me tonight, I won’t, either.” You let out a long, stuttered gasp as his hips snap against yours. “Fuck, especially if you keep hitting that spot.”

His lips turn up into a small smile as he pulls back to push himself in faster. “Did you mean that one, by chance?” he teases.

You mewl, “God, yes, Ralph, please don’t stop.”

“Not to worry, darling, I don’t plan to,” he smirks as he keeps fucking into you. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, your heels into his back as you feel your second climax quickly building.

You hum out, “Mmm, Ralph… Close, again… Are you?”

“I shan’t be far behind you, I’m sure,” he coos, reaching between you to rub at your clit. Your field of vision fills with spots of colour as he gets you to your second apex. The first one had felt more like a sea of calm washing over you; this one is a final spark of pleasure, an explosion from your core to the very tips of your fingers and toes. Ralph presses his forehead against yours as he thrusts into you one final time.

You stay there, foreheads touching, breathing in each others’ air for a good few minutes before Ralph finally pulls himself out of you. “I’ll be right back, darling,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead, another to your nose and a final one to your lips before going to the bathroom to clean up.

He soon returns to the bedroom, though not before hunting through his drawers to find a sweater he knows you’ll find comfortable. Tired, you muse with a small smirk, “Not even giving me my most favourite one?” as you pull it over your head.

“Apologies, darling, but I had promised Alex I’d wear it to work tomorrow. Apparently they have a similar one in red and there’s something of a match, there,” he throws his T-shirt and boxers back on before climbing back into bed with you and wrapping you in an embrace. “And besides, you’d only perspire and make yourself uncomfortable.”

You roll over in his arms with a grin. “Please take so many photos of you both as human versions of the Cookie Monster and Elmo.”

“I’m sure we will, darling,” he smiles sleepily, kissing your forehead once more before you curl yourself up to nestle your head in the crook of his neck.

“Thank you for tonight,” you pipe up. “And I’m… Sorry I’ve been neglecting us both.”

“Don’t be,” he soothes. “I understand. But I hope now you understand the importance of taking a break.”

“When you make it so appealing, how could I not?” You smile against his skin, pressing more kisses to his neck as he squeezes you tighter. “But you’re right. I’ll make more time for us. And not just for this, for… Everything. I miss living life with you.”

“Well, thankfully, I do plan on living the rest of my life with you, so what’s a day or two here and there?” he smiles into your hair, and you can’t help but laugh.

“You’re so corny sometimes, you know that?” You ask lightly, squeezing your arms around him.

“You remind me constantly, dear,” he agrees with a soft laugh lilting his own tone, too. 

“Good job I love you, isn’t it?” you tease. “Goodnight, Ralphie.”

“Good night, my love. Pleasant dreams.”

[busyralph]

When we last left the Busy Streets and Busy Lives universe, you'd been considering getting a new job now that you've moved into Ralph's house with him. But part of starting a new job means having to make a good impression, letting your work speak for you. And in prioritising that, you've been a little neglectful of your own desires, as well as somebody else's...

[busyralph]

dear ralph

that is nice! your hair is quite beautiful and i bet you’ll look good with your hair more grown out!

i’ve been going on daily walks, getting in amazing exercise.. and how was your weekend?! this weekend for me, i had gotten a haircut and dyed my hair purple!

-mylo

Dear Mylo,

Thank you so much for your kind words! Perhaps I should take a leaf from your book and dye it, as well! Do you think another colour would suit me? I must say, one thing I'm still yet to get used to is seeing people wandering the streets with all these bright and unusual colours in their hair! Although perhaps I'm just set in my ways.

Ah, walking is such an underrated for of exercise! I, too, enjoy a nice brisk walk. I have been rather busy of late so I will admit, having a weekend where I had no responsibilities meant all I ended up doing was hibernating! I stayed in the house, watched some programmes on the teevee, learned a new song on my ukulele and Connor even introduced me to a Video Game! Although I far prefer watching him than playing them for myself. Much less stressful.

Regards,

Ralph

[busyralph]

Hey, can I request a mood board/pov /visual for you × ralph going on vacation? Cause I'm having wanderlust for somewhere sunny.

hope this scratches that itch! <3

[busyralph]

pov; —

you and ralph take some well-deserved rest & relaxation in a quaint little beach town somewhere in southern europe. secluded enough for you both to not get hounded in public, just in tune enough with the world that ralph's reputation can wrangle you some extra special experiences. dating an accidental influencer with all the charm of a victorian gentleman certainly has its perks.

(as requested by anonymous)

[busyralph]

dear ralph how are you? its been a while sense we last spoke. has anything fun happen lately? found a new hobby? tell me everything. - mylo.

Dear Mylo,

Hello to you! What a wonderful surprise this is, I do hope you are keeping well!

I have been quite busy myself, I ended up developing quite a busy social schedule which admittedly led me to neglect this side of things, regretfully so as I have missed talking to everybody on here. In being so busy as well, I have inadvertently started to grow out my hair! I would have never let it get to such a length in my heyday, but my friends assure me that I am still very much in my prime and that it suits me rather well!

I have also been trying to find a new creative outlet. I was never a particularly keen artist as a child, so I have rather been hoping that others may be more fruitful, but alas I am yet to find a skill that I can pick up on easily without getting frustrated and feeling to give up altogether! It's really been a whirlwind of emotions in the world of Penbury.

How have you been keeping, dear Mylo? Do you have any hobbies that you find equally enjoyable and rewarding?

Regards,

Ralph

[busyralph]

Dearest Ralphie Boy, I'm so glad a message from little me made you happy! I feel the same way with every response from you, always bringing joy <3 And yes, well, I'm doing my best, so, that counts, right?

Oh god, now I really wish there wasn't such distance between us because if the answer is anywhere near the realm of yes, prepare for my fingers adoring those brown curls for as long as you'd let me.

Also. Even warmer regards? Ralph... Not the only one blushing now.

Heated regards, Yve

Dearest Yve,

I commend you for doing your best! Though it would also count in my books if you were simply existing even while not at your optimum. Merely basking in your presence is enough of a gift!

And of course the answer would be yes! I must say, having my hair caressed is one of my most favourite displays of affection. I dread to think of the kinds of things I'd agree to if they were proposed to me while someone were doing that!

...Perhaps I should not have released that information on such a public domain.

Ah, I see you continue to rise to my challenge! Rest assured, my regards are so much more heated that I have already pre-warned the local emergency services!

Fiery regards,

Ralph

[busyralph]

Dearest Ralphie Boy,

I am LOVING your new look. Those curls! It makes me want to ask permission to run my fingers through them. You are SO working these selfie poses, good on you.

Warmest Regards,

Yve

Dearest Yve,

Imagine my overwhelming abundance of joy to return to social media after a brief pause to see a message from you! I do hope you are keeping well.

And thank you for your kind words! You have me blushing up a storm over here. And if it may please you, you are more than welcome to ask permission. I think you would be very satisfied with my answer!

Even warmer regards,

Ralph

[busyralph]

🔫😠 everyone gas ralph up RIGHT NOW or else

[busyralph]

ralph is entering a new era

[busyralph]

Hello dear Ralph,

Just a quick line to say hello and that I adore your lovely face and beautiful soul.

Learned any new recipes lately?

Write back when you can.

Yours,

Amy

Dear Amy,

Why, hello to you, as well! Thank you so much for your kind words, and for taking the time to reach out to me. Rest assured, this message made me positively giddy!

Well, after @wordscomehither taught me of this barbeque cuisine that exists stateside, I invited my American friend over to teach me how to make some, and good heavens, nobody warned me of the mess you can get into! Why, I am still finding sauce in places I didn't even think sauce could get to!

It is rather delicious, though, I do admit.

Regards,

Ralph

[busyralph]

Hello, my little busy bee!

Just popping in to say that I hope you’re weekend is going well so far! Do you have any fun plans for this weekend? Perhaps any parties to go to or errands to run? Or are you treating yourself to a cozy stay-at-home weekend like me?

Since I’ve already asked you many questions today, I’ll just offer you some absurdly corny chat-up lines because I’m terrible at flirting.

Firstly, I received a call from Cupid this morning, and he said to tell you that he needs my heart back.

You know, Ralphie, I’m starting to worry that there’s something wrong with my eyes… It’s just that I can’t seem to take them off of you.

And lastly,

Are you of Irish descent? Because I’m feeling the overwhelming urge to kiss you right now.

Sending you lots of love and tasty Jelly Bellies.

Best,

Cassie

Dear Cassie,

How wonderful to hear from you again! I do hope you're keeping well.

Unfortunately, even busy bees need to rest their wings on occasion! I do not have any plans this weekend, so I have been exhausting the on demand film selection that my friend has so graciously lent me his password to. Oh, heavens, I don't think I'm supposed to tell people that anymore, or else he'll get into trouble. You won't tell anyone that I said anything, will you?

Oh goodness me, there I was watching a rendition of Pride and Prejudice and thinking that old Mr Darcy was the epitome of charisma, and yet here you are, sweeping me off of my feet! Although I regret to inform you that as far as I am aware, there is no Irish heritage in the Penbury bloodline, and so my St Patrick's Days remain quite fruitless!

I shall have to retreat to another room now, I think the only way to stop my face from blushing so is a cold washcloth to it!

Regards,

Ralph

[busyralph]

Hi, busy bee!

How was your day? Was it…. buzzzzzzzy??

Get it? You know, beccause bees make that little buzzing noise… You get it, you get it.

I have two more questions for you:

1. What’s your favourite song? It could be your favourite song of all time or just your current favourite song because I know how difficult it can be to pick just one favourite song.

2. Also, my hand is getting a bit heavy, could you hold it for me?

I hope you enjoy your weekend, Ralphie.

Yours truly,

Cassie

Dear Cassie,

What a delightful joke! That's certainly rather tickled me, I shall be going about my errands buzzing like the busy bee that I am!

Oh, now, gracious, that really is a - quite a brain stumper. I must admit I'm still trying to find my own taste in music, and there's just so much of it around! Although I don't care much for that technological music that the youths tend to blast out of their personal speakers on public transport, that makes my teeth hurt. As I'm sure you know, I am rather a "Swiftie", as they call it! Although all of my favourite songs by her were written about a man she is no longer courting, and although I may have had no personal stakes in that relationship, something about them just feels akin to rubbing salt into a fresh wound.

Oh, well, aren't you quite the charmer! You've got me all giddy, there. It would be truly an honour to hold the hand of such a kind and considerate person.

Regards,

Ralph

[busyralph]

Hello my darling Ralph,

I’ve thought about writing you for some time and never have until now. I’m blushing as I type, tbh.

I hope it’s not too forward to say that you are the best thing that has come into my life. Kindness from men has been rare in my unfortunate experience. You make up for all that have come before.

I know I may be overstepping a bit here, but I do find myself getting awfully defensive of you when people say you care too deeply, but it seems where you’re concerned, I can’t help it. You care deeply because you have such a big heart. And no one should be punished for that.

You deserve the world, sweet boy.

See you in my dreams, brown eyes.

— Your Shy Girl

Well, hello to you, secret admirer!

What an absolute thrill this is, why, I'm blushing all the way up to my ears and then some!

Your sentiments are echoed back and then some from me, dear shy one. It takes a great amount of courage to step forward and speak up for those who have been downtrodden by life. And I certainly have been! Though I do also have an awful lot of privileges in my life, too. Most namely, having someone such as you showering me with such sweet affection!

Pleasant dreams, darling. I should hope to see you in them, too.

Regards,

Ralph

[busyralph]

Hi, Ralph!

It’s nice to meet you—my name’s Cassie. My ask is going to be pretty short because I really only have two questions for you…

What’s your favourite sweet?

And…

Suppose a magical sorcerer comes along and tells you that he will turn you into an animal tomorrow and that you can do nothing to change his mind or prevent him from turning you into an animal. He tells you that you just have to accept your fate. However, the sorcerer will allow you to choose what animal he’ll turn you into. In that case, what animal would you pick and why?

Best wishes,

Cassie

Dear Cassie,

Thank you so much for writing to me! It's a pleasure to meet you.

Ooh, I do love my Jelly Babies! Tempt me with a bag of those, and I'll do just about anything you wish, I'd say. Though I do wish I had a direct line to whoever supplies the old sweet shop over on the street where I work, the jelly babies there are far superior to the ones that come in a packet in ordinary stores!

And oh, heavens, what a question! I would have to say that I would become a cat. I already seem to be at one with them, so I would not have to worry about them needing to acclimate to me in order for me to fit in, and I could just spend my days lazing in the sun and being given affection whenever I may demand it! What a life that would be.

Regards,

Ralph

[busyralph]

Dearest Ralphie Boy,

To be honest.... I'm starting to think I do might know him! So now I'm wondering if he recognizes my name, let me know! Of course, California is a big state, not as big as Texas which I'm told, if you want good barbecue... That's the place to go. It is a shame about the passport deal... I hope you all get it sorted because I'd think you'd have a marvelous time here! If only for the food. California is the place for Mexican food as well, how are you with spice? I ask that, but I'm actually kinda horrible at it. My dad definitely has a higher tolerance for it, so whenever he claims something is spicy.... I don't believe him. I just don't.

Ahhh. Podcasts. Some of those are good! It's sort of like... Did you have those radio shows back home? It's kind of like that, it really depends, but basically audio shows or plays that one puts on the internet, could have a theme, sometimes interviews with celebrities and the like, or just discussion. But be wary if it's just a group of men that have a microphone but overall shouldn't. Do not listen. They have nothing noteworthy to say.

Haha, yes, you can let him just read what I wrote. I wouldn't want him to take it out on the messenger. Yve from California says it's GIF and will figuratively die on this hill, Scott! I said what I said.

There's nothing wrong with that! Life is too busy and sometimes too draining that a quick and easy meal is just what we need, you know? I like that kind of mac and cheese myself, my go to lazy meal.... Sometimes just a bowl of cereal. Or lately, I've rediscovered my love of hot dogs. Terribly American, I know. But, a beef hot dog on a skillet with some melted butter, grilled and then in a bun with your choice of toppings? It hits the spot. Especially if I cut up a potato and fry it with some oil on a skillet. Potatoes are a big thing for me, I love them. Mashed, baked, fried, roasted, I'll have it. Salted butter and a sprinkle of sea salt, or if fried, with ketchup. Again. Very American.

You really should try some barbecue. My go to would be the chicken, beef ribs ( sometimes pork, but, I'm a beef gal ) and either a tri tip or, there's one restaurant that does brisket burnt ends and it sounds weird but it's the most tender meat you'll ever taste.

God, we're quite wordy, aren't we? And usually over food. But since we're talking about food, what's your favorite dessert? Might as well.

Warmest Regards, Yve

Dearest Yve,

I hope it is not too forward to echo your sentiments back to you!

I am rather wary of spiced foods, admittedly. Especially after my friends gave me a meal that I later learned, when I looked at the menu for myself, that it had four peppers next to it, would you believe! I should have known something was afoot when they all had their phone cameras out. Rest assured, I shall seek my revenge! And I have learned to never let other people order for me.

Oh, a radio show! That could be fun. Victoria always said I had a face for radio, but that makes no sense at all, you can't see the faces of radio hos- Oh. I think I understand what she was trying to say, now.

I am writing these instructions down to try a true American hot dog! And ah, yes. The potato. So versatile, so universally loved, and yet so humble. One can only aspire to be at one with such a wondrous foodstuff.

I do tend to ramble quite a bit, especially when I am in especially pleasant company or I am talking about something I enjoy. And here I am, experiencing both! Normally this is the part where I would apologise for being "too much", as my... *ahem*, darling sister would describe me. And yet, you speak as freely as I do! How marvellous. To answer you, I've always had an especially sweet tooth. Mother never allowed me to have my favourite chocolate cake as a child, but now that I am a wage-earning adult, I can buy all the cake I want! It doesn't even need to be my birthday! This is truly living.

Warmest regards,

Ralph

[busyralph]

hi ralph!

it’s so nice to see that you’re joining us over here on tumblr! how’re you enjoying it so far? find any good blogs to follow? my ask is pretty short, but in honesty, i’m a little nervous to talk to you, haha. i hope you have a good day! :)

sincerely, benny <3

Dear Benny,

Pleasure to make your acquaintance, chap! And thank you so very much for reaching out. Rest assured, I am far from nerve-wracking, although I understand your concern.

To answer your question, also, I am yet to "follow" any of the "blogs" on here as I am still learning the etiquette. I'm not so sure what is expected of me if I "follow" people, whether I am to interact with them or if they simply wish to post whatever they wish to and then be left alone. Though it also feels terribly rude that I do not yet follow anybody. And yet it would feel rude to assume that they want me to see what they are posting! Oh, it's all very much.

I hope you have a wonderful day, as well!

Regards,

Ralph