#allergies are kicking my butt

[flusteredandgiggly]

listening to music and cuddling with someone as they trace shapes on your back so you can just giggle and hide your face in their shoulder while they hum or sing gently and everything feels okay for a while

[snzstuff]

Here’s a little fit from yesterday

[solarshadow]

I wanted to be productive today but I was out until midnight last night for the first time in months and I need the day to recover 😂

[btsrunmylife]

Do you guys want the next chapter of FLH? I was gonna wait until Friday but 🥴

[kmvante]

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[muerteporfavor]

¡Buenas días!

I never like to have specific goals for my day as I like to meander through my tasks without regard to the time and lists tend to make me gravitate towards rigidity.

However a rough outline of some things I'm interested in achieving:

I want to set up a Spanish journal specifically for grammar and writing practice. I'll probably end up transferring some of it on here to highlight my progress. Maybe.

a Russian lesson (I'll probably go into at some point why I'm learning Russian. But I do have a point to it.) - I'll probably begin setting up a journal for that too.

definitely want to continue yoga. And strengthening exercises. Might add in lung capacity exercises. It isn't what it used to be.

probably tidy my space again. I think I want to put up some wall art I've been neglecting.

finally I want to work on adding artwork to my one jean jacket in prep for vacation

[blackirishweab]

Ignoring the 3 main parts that are currently flowering, there are at least 5 others that are either getting ready to start blooming or are growing new flowers.

[haveyouanytime]

jonathan crane taking care of you when you're sick

completely self-indulgent and probably not my best lol!! wrote this in an hour bc i'm sick as a dog

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One night, your throat began to feel sore. It should’ve been a sign, but you simply thought it was your allergies and the cold weather coming together to kick your butt for one night. 

But as the night grew into early morning, you couldn’t sleep as the sore throat added on a headache, aching muscles, chills, and sweats. After having the worst chills, making your entire body even more sore-- you were now flushed, warm to the touch, and beginning to sweat. 

Luckily for you, your boyfriend was a walking freezer. 

You lay beside Jonathan on your shared bed, tucked into his bare chest in just your tank top and underwear, after you had stripped off your clothes following your sudden sweats. Jonathan had done the same, lying beside you in just his pajama bottoms. It was a complete 180 to just moments before, with you layered up and wrapped in two or three blankets to fight off your trembling chills. 

All those winter nights you spent pawing at his chest, trying to put as much space between you and his icy hands as possible were far gone; instead, you grabbed his hand and placed it atop your head as a makeshift cold compress. 

He chuckled, holding his hand to your forehead as he sat up on one elbow beside you. “Remember not even an hour ago when you told me to not touch you?” 

“That was before I felt like I was put in an oven.” You responded, your voice weak with your fatigue and discomfort. Your brows were furrowed, and he wiped away the forming sweat forming at your hairline. 

Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had a secret side-- he secretly liked seeing you writhe and in some state of pain. He looked down at you, watching as you showed visible discomfort while curling into him, caught in his imagination of what it would be like with you under his fear toxin. 

That was, until, your soft mewl of discomfort pulled him from his thoughts. He gave you quiet, comforting shushes, running his cold hand through your hair. He readjusted himself so he laid down, resting your head on his bare chest. His skin was cold to the touch, consoling your body as your body fought against your flu. 

“I’m sorry.” You broke the silence, your voice weak and scratchy as your eyes stayed shut due to your relentless headache. 

His brows scrunch together, his crystal blue eyes flickering down to look at you lying atop his chest. “Sorry for what?” 

“For getting sick, and keeping you up.” You weakly answered, placing your hand atop his chest. “I know you’re tired from work, and you’ll be tired-”

“Shush. I’ll always take care of you.” He answered, wrapping his hand around your wrist. “You’re mine.” 

You let a small smile grow on your lips despite your discomfort, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. “I’ll take the day off, don’t worry. I’ll stay home and take care of you. Just try and sleep, darling.” He whispers, letting go of your wrist to hold the back of your head. He watches as you slowly slip into sleep, pushing the wispy hairs back from your hairline and placing a soft kiss onto your forehead.

[abibliophobiaa]

My sweet babes I'm so sorry allergies are kicking your butt rn ! My dear Luna , Can I pls get a small little look into what our gourgous buttercup and Eddie are up to ??

from the daylight universe

dad!eddie munson x mom!reader

requests are open (general requests for any eddie/steve and scenario, not just daylight ones)!

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You tried everything.

A choo-choo train. A helicopter. An airplane. And none, absolutely none of the aforementioned options, intrigued your six-month-old. In fact, most of his mushy peas ended up everywhere but his mouth. Coated his high hair tray, his bib, his cheek — even his curly head of hair.

Because every time you went to offer a spoon to your son, his head turned at the last second, whiny cries spilling from pouty lips framed by chubby cheeks. Instead he was too interested in everything happening over his shoulder to even attempt trying a new food for the week, where mere feet away his older sister was playing air guitar with your husband.

“Eddie,” you grumbled, stirring him from his little concert, drawing his attention your way, “help?”

“What? Benny Boy doesn’t like his peas?” Eddie mused, slipping into the adjoined kitchen to press a loud kiss to Benny’s cheek, earning a gummy smile and the cutest giggle. Baby boy was enamored with his dad. “Someone is a little messy.”

He gestured to all the encrusted peas on every surface area of baby Benny’s feeding area. You huffed out a grunt as Elena barreled into your lap, never wanting to miss out on the extra attention of her parent’s.

“He’s your son,” you laughed, pinching at the bridge of your nose as Eddie dragged over a chair in front of Ben, “he doesn’t like anything green.”

“Mommy is being silly, isn’t that right?”

“Mommy always siwwy,” Elena giggled, earning a little tickle from her father before he turned back to his baby and waved the spoon near Ben’s pursed lips.

Ben, knowing what his father intended, pushed his head as far back as he could into the cushion of his high chair. Pushed his face into the furthest corner, eliciting an elongated whine.

“Daddy, sing song,” Elena said brightly, leaning forward in the circle of your arms to grasp at her baby brother’s hand currently waving angrily in the air. “Benny, vegebles make you grow big!” And then she turned to you as Benny broke into a louder cry of anger, “Mommy, why is he yelling?!”

Your hand glided down her head, brushing away some messy curls, “He’s just a baby; he doesn’t know any better. You used to cry when I tried to feed you foods you didn’t like.”

“I did?”

“All the time, sweet girl,” Eddie said, holding up the spoon to his son one more time. “Aww, Ben, come on, buddy.” Eddie cleared his throat, muscle in his bicep shifting as he tried one more time to spoon feed the baby, singing quietly, “Come crawling faster.”

Ben’s eyes sparkled at the sound of his father’s voice, head turning to face him. You grunted out a laugh, because both of your children danced away while they were still on the inside whenever Eddie sang to them. Figured now he recognized it and stood at attention.

“Obey your master.”

“I can’t look at you right now,” you laughed, bouncing Elena on your knee.

“Your life burns faster,” Eddie sang, and Ben giggled, bright and joyful, mouth opening wide enough for Eddie to shovel a bite in.

The moment of truth came in the form of Ben staring at you both, brows furrowed, a little bit of extra peas spilling out from his closed lips. Baby boy’s mouth moved, worked over the contents of his palate, and both of you waited on bated breath to see if peas would be on the menu for the foreseeable future.

Your answer? Food splattering from puckered lips, the sound of his normal bubbles he’d make, paired with the force of his breath sending green sputtering into his father’s face. Eddie closed his eyes, your own laughter unable to be stifled as Benny bursted out into loud, rising giggles.

“Da-ddy,” Elena trilled, her own laughter like little bells in your ears.

Eddie jerked his head over his shoulder, a little glum, sticky with baby food, grimace on his lips. “Not a word from you, Buttercup.”

“Got a little something…” you teased, thumbing at his stubbly jawline, “right here.”

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“I feel like I still have peas in my hair,” Eddie grumbled later that evening, when both children settled down for a nap.

“Baby food is like glitter.”

You laughed, walking across the bedroom as he rubbed a towel over his wet hair, chest bare, gray sweats hanging low on his hips. Fingers slipped up and over his torso, forging a path over his shoulders, before your arms draped around the back of his neck to hold him close.

“Hi,” you whispered, leaning up just the slightest to press a kiss to his lips, “I’m happy you’re home.”

It had been a long couple of months. He’d barely made it in time for the birth of Ben, your contractions starting while they were just getting on stage for a concert, ramping up much quicker than they did with Elena. By the time you were allowed to push, Chrissy was there to hold your hand, moving out of the way only when your husband rushed in, still sweaty from his show, hair a mess, cheeks reddened like he’d ran from the venue.

You’d tried to come along to as many local shows as possible, but doing so with a newborn at the time proved difficult. Eddie had missed a lot of those first six months, a fact he grieved every day because neither of you planned for your second child to come a few weeks earlier than anticipated. But now he was home, and you couldn’t be happier.

“Missed me?” he teased, voice a low rumble against the curve of your neck, lips seeking out the places he knew had you preening for him in seconds. “Thought about you all the time while I was gone. My best friend, my wife, the mother of my children.”

His fingers dragged up the edge of your silky shorts, toying with the hem of your panties, along the wet spot already forming there, dragging a slow circle along your clothed clit. “Thought about you like this too,” he practically purred, forehead dropping against yours as you gasped against his lips, “when did Steve and Chrissy say they’re taking the kids?”

“Five,” you huffed out an exasperated sigh, craving nearness to him too. He’d only gotten back the night before, had walked over to your bed and face planted into it after holding both your babies tight until they’d gone off to bed. “And then it’s just us. And…a teeny tiny gift I might have gotten you.”

“Are you pregnant again?” His eyes twinkled at the thought, and you shoved him jokingly at the mere notion, though you’d love one or two more in the future.

“I’m going to need at least another year before we think about that — but no, it’s…” You paused, grabbing his hand to lead him toward the garage. “Remember how we’d both said we always wanted a dog?”

“Baby…” He couldn’t help the excitement in his tone, the way his eyes softened and then widened when he saw the golden poof of hair hidden in a box, a giant red bow around his furry neck. “You got me a puppy?”

“Shhh,” you giggled brightly, insides melting as your husband reached down to pluck the puppy from its box, “I haven’t told the kids yet. I wanted to show you first.”

Said puppy wiggled in his new dad’s arms, pink tongue rolling across his chin, his cheeks, his nose, making your husband burst out in laughter at the influx of pure love.

“Welcome home, Eddie,” you said, folding against his chest and patting at the puppy’s head. “I love you.”

He kissed the top of your head as the puppy leaned over to lick your nose. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

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[drhairline]

Allergies are kicking my butt so you are going to have to deal with more doodles

[demoraavarice]

Looking a bit rough, #allergies have been kicking my butt. 😣

[cowgurrrl]

Hey sweet girl!! I hope you’re having a good day/night!! I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do something with preoutbreak!joel and sick reader? Like a cold/allergies and it comes and goes 😭 allergy season is kicking my butt so badly and I need some Joel comfort. Thank you my love!! 💕✨💐💗

Hi nonnie!! I hope you’re feeling better and I’m so sorry for sitting on this for so long! Please enjoy <3 (gif by @azertyrobaz)

“Joel, it’s just a cold,” you say, practically wrestling to grab your jacket from him. He moves it out of your grasp, and you roll your eyes. “‘M fine. Really.”

You’d been battling a cold for the past few days. Nothing major— just some sniffles and headaches, but it was still enough to set Joel on edge. He’d spent almost every waking moment tending to your every need, even though you could take care of yourself. You knew it was his anxiety. You knew it was his way of showing love. You knew all these things and assured him you were fine, but when he refuses to let you go on patrol with him, you’re about ready to lock him in the house.

“You know you’re just about the most stubborn man I’ve ever met?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he hums as he hangs your jacket back on the hook and looks at you. You cross your arms over your chest and give him an annoyed look. He sighs and puts his hands on your biceps, pulling you out of your defensive stance. “Humor me, please? Just take an extra night to rest, and then I’ll feel better,” he says, interlocking his fingers with yours. “I’ll run you a nice bath and everythin’. You won’t even notice I’m gone.”

“Fine,” you give in. He smiles and holds to your hand when he walks upstairs to the bathroom. “But I’m not sitting out another shift.” You add as you lean against the sink and watch him turn on the bath water. He turns to look at you and smirks.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He says. You watch Joel add the perfect amount of soap and eucalyptus oil to clear your sinuses into the bath water. He’s meticulous, and it’s almost comical to watch such a broody man take so much care for something so small. Once the tub is full and the bathroom smells heavenly, he stands in front of you and tugs at the hem of your shirt.

“Maria’s gonna kill you if you’re late for patrol.”

“Let her wait. My girl is sick,” he says, and you smile at him as you shake your head. Carefully, like you’re made of porcelain, he undresses you and kisses your skin in quiet reverence. His beard is a little too wild and scratches at you, but you don’t care enough to make him stop. Once all your clothes are piled on the floor, he takes your hands and helps you step into the welcoming, warm water. You sigh as your muscles relax and the sweet-smelling bubbles surround you. “Better?” He asks from his spot on the closed toilet lid, and you nod. He smiles and leans down to kiss you, but you put a hand between you.

“If I’m too sick to go on patrol, I’m probably too sick to kiss you,” you say. “Wouldn’t want to give you whatever I have.”

“Oh, now that’s a concern after I’ve been taking care of you all week?”

“Yeah. Sorry.” You tease. He kisses your palm and grabs your wrist to hold your hand again. He gets overly affectionate when you’re sick or hurt. Not that you’re complaining. Joel Miller is a creature of habit, and you’ve had more than enough time to understand those habits. He gently kisses your lips, tracing patterns on the back of your hand as he does. He pulls away sooner than you would’ve liked him to, but he takes the time to kiss your nose, your forehead, both your cheeks, and your hand before leaning back to look at you like you hung the moon.

“I’ll be home soon.” He says, almost reading your mind, and you nod.

“I know,” you say. A ball of anxiety creeps up your spine, and you squeeze his hand. “You come back to me in one piece, d’you hear me?”

“I hear ya.”

“Good,” you squeeze him again, and he leans down to kiss the top of your head. “I love you.”

“Even though I’m the most stubborn man you’ve ever met?” He teases, and you shove at his chest, making him laugh. “I love you, too.”

“You better go before Maria comes in here and kicks your ass to next week for being late.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

[lost-spoons]

Oh yeah- did I mention I applied for disability? I-... don't think I did? Welp, if I did then you can hear about it again I guess.

But yeah- im now a legal adult, can't work/unable to get/hold/complete a job. Still live with parents. They pay for everything. I am currently going through community college while getting my medical issues as under control as possible so I can hopefully transfer to a four year. I'm majoring in fine arts through community college, with a plan to work in graphic design, which I could hopefully do from home at a desk, but as of now, I can't physically or mentally work, and school is really kicking my butt, with a class load of only 3 classes too. All I do is school and doctor appointments.

Um- what else-... I have yet to receive denial or approval? If it's denied then- I'm stuck with parents indefinitely? Could potentially be handed over to older sibling? Or, I'll have to fight it for approval maybe? I don't really know. If it's approved then Yaya? I don't want to live off disability if I don't have to- someone else probably needs it more, but I can't work with my current medical issues, and while I know I won't magically get better, there is the possibility that it all stabilizes with the right medication and treatment plan so that I could potentially work in the future.

But as of right now?

Standing triggers an episode. Sitting triggers an episode. Weather triggers an episode. Too hot? Triggered episode. Too cold? Triggered episode. Chemical smell? Triggered episode. Allergies? Triggered episode. Move to fast? Triggered episode. Stay still too long? Triggered episode. Eat something? Triggered episode.

At this point, everything is a trigger, and I don't know what to do besides continue looking for a treatment plan that could help with my medical team.

[yummycrummy]

Allergies are currently kicking my butt so my energy is. not the best but have some little guys 🧡🧡🧡

he had a snacc

[askyuuandco]

Twst Incorrect Quotes 12

Jack: you were looking for hate. Wait a go =>=

Ruggie: Shut up punk! Instead of being mister funny man why don't you try being Mister help a brother go jump a anotha brother and get his chain back! Man I gotta find a way to get it before Leona finds out >:'(

Jack: Ruggie let the chain go. If Leona wants it back he can handle it =-=

Ruggie: then he'll think I'm a punk and kick me out the crew >:(

Jack: It's just rocks and metal it's only worth what your willing to give up for it. Is it worth getting hurt again? /=-=/

Ruggie: yeah!

Jack: going to jail? =-=

Ruggie: yep!

Jack: getting killed? =-=

Ruggie: Yes sir!

Jack: kissing a man >w>

Ruggie: yeah yeah! *realization* WAIT NO! O////O

Jack: woaahhhhh. I mean kissing a man. I mean if it feels natural and that's what your into I mean- >u>

Ruggie: No that don't count! That's a do over! I didn't know you were going to say that! >///A///<'///

Jack: guess you really want that chain back. >w>

Ruggie: NO! THE ANSWER IS NO!!! D:<

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Crewel: OH! I hate Head Master! Yuu go change your clothes and mow the lawn >:(

Yuu: why do I always have to cut the grass =-=

Human Grim: Achoo! Achoo! I can not stop sneezing! Achoo!

Crewel: Grim's got allergies >:( *walks away*

Human Grim: *smug face as Crewel leaves* >:D

Yuu: *death glare* >:(

Human Grim: you just mad cause you didn't think of it first

Yuu: *kicks Grim in the face*

Human Grim: OW! *falls on the floor*

Yuu: *leaves to get dressed*

Human Grim: That ain't hurt punk ;-;

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Floyd: *puts coins on the table* That's all I got >:/

Yuu: Lemonade is a dollar :(

Floyd: THAT'S ALL I GOT! MAKE IT WORK I'M THRISTY!

Yuu: Lemonade is a dollar >:(

Floyd: I AIN'T GOT NO DOLLAR! IT'S HOT AS HELL OUT HERE MAN JUST HOOK ME UP! ALL THE MONEY SPENT UP ON THIS PLACE! THIS SOME OLD BULL**** D:<

Yuu: LEMONADE IS A DOLLAR!!! D:<

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Sebek: Alright how much is the gum

Sam: 4 madol

Sebek: for gum!?!? >m>

Sam: Go somewhere else

Sebek: fine *pays the money* >:(

Sam: *gives him gum* Bathroom code is 6648-2610-35549

Sebek: c-could you say that again!? >m>

Sam: gotta buy another pack of gum. UvU

Sebek: uggghhh... >:( *pays again*

Sam: 6648-2610-3554

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Lilia: He's in the bath room >XD

Malleus: Yuu come out of the bathroom >:/ *bangs on the door*

Yuu: um no! >:(

Malleus: Young lady!

Yuu: NoOOOOOOOO

Malleus: Come out of the bathroom right now! D:<

Yuu: you can't make me man!

Malleus: Yuu come out of the bathroom right now this is your father speaking and you will respect me in my house!

Yuu: *slams the door in his face* GO! D:<

Malleus: *blasts a fire ball through the door* YOU HIT ME IN THE FACE WITH THE DOOR! *realization that he hit his bestie* Oh I'm sorry baby I didn't mean it! oh no! ;A;

Lilia: *laughing his butt off* >XD

Silver: that is the best example of a teenage girl complaint ever

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Yuu: *comes back from vacation* :D *sees chaos* ....D:> ...

Ace: *is on fire*

Malleus, Grim, & Deuce: *having panic attacks*

Crowley: *is dead*

Lilia: :P *waves hi too them*

Yuu: yeeeaaahhhh....This is a tommorrow problem O_O'/// *backs away from them slowly*

[howlingday]

Ruby Rose VS The Nefarious Five

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Ruby: An abandoned warehouse? In this economy?

Cinder: Ah, if it isn't Ruby Rose! We've been expecting you.

Ruby: We? Have you been talking to your Maiden half again?

Cinder: Allow me to introduce you to... THE NEFARIOUS FIVE!

Ruby: (Gasps) Roman Torchwick?!

Ruby: Neopolitan?!

Ruby: Mercury Black?!

Ruby: Emerald Sustrai?!

Ruby: Oh my god... My greatest arch-nemeses!

Ruby: And Emerald!

Emerald: Oh- C-Come on! You didn't have to say it like that!

Mercury: We already came up with the name and she already replied to the e-mail, so...

Roman: You're outmatched, Little Red! With all five of us fighting together, there's nothing you can do!

Ruby: I like those odds! One butt-kicking coming right up!

BOOF! POINK! THWACK! POW! SLAP!

Ruby: Ugh...

Roman: Told ya.

Ruby: Fuck...

Mercury: Wow, you really went for it, huh?

Ruby: Agh... My ears burn...

Mercury: I mean, no thought, no plan; you just jumped right into it.

Ruby: Alright, you won that round.

Cinder: What did you expect, Ruby Rose? With the combined strength of myself and Mercury, the tenacity of Neopolitan, the cunning of Roman... and Emerald-

Emerald: Again, what the fuck?

Cinder: You simply cannot win.

Ruby: Oh, is that right? Well I didn't hear no bell!

FWOOSH! BANG! SLIKT! SHUCK! THWUMP!

Ruby: Ring ring! Alright, there's the bell... There it is...

Roman: Oof! Tonight's not your night.

Neo: (Holds sign) "I ALMOST FEEL BAD FOR HER"

Cinder: Ruby, maybe you should assess the scene better? There are five of us and only one of you, and you usually struggle with your team to bring only ONE of us down!

Ruby: Fuck you, Emerald!

Emerald: I didn't even say anything!

Ruby: (Thinking) Alright, this is bad. But there's gotta be some way for me to win this... Wait! I got it!.

Ruby: Alright, guys, you got me. But let me ask you this. Who's really in charge he-

RME: Cinder.

Neo: "CINDER"

Cinder: Me.

Ruby: FUCK!

Roman: I mean, face it, kid; she's stronger than all of us combined. It only makes sense that she's in charge.

Cinder: Well, we have her. Now what do you think we should do?

Mercury: Fuck that! Let's kick her ass!

Cinder: And what ass, pray tell, is there left to kick? I mean she's- Oh god, she's trying again.

Ruby: BANZAAAI!

PLEASE! NO! MORE! ONOMATOPOEIA! PLEASE!

Ruby: Koff! Koff! Ogh... I can feel my liver...

Roman: What's this? Her wallet?

Ruby: Oh no! My secrets!

Roman: Ah, don't worry about it, kid. Now that you're here, I don't think any of us care about you getting all lovey with this blond guy here. He looks like just some fucking guy.

Ruby: You mean Jaune Arc, my love interest who lives across the hall from me and has a bee sting allergy?

CRMNE: ...

Ruby: ...Shit.

Mercury: Okay, that's definitely brain damage.

Cinder: I'm.... honestly at a loss for words here. I didn't think we would win, and now that we have, I don't know what to do! What do we do now?

Roman: Let's just take what we came for and go.

Mercury: I wanna shoot her!

Cinder: Okay, that sounds-

Mercury: I wanna shoot her with my foot!

Cinder: ...I mean, I get what you-

Mercury: Because my foot is a gun!

Cinder: No, no, let's focus because we... We didn't come here for anything! We just showed up to kick Ruby Rose's ass and, well, we did it! We kicked her ass!

Roman: Well, what should we do then?

Cinder: I dunno. Does anybody need any crates?

Ruby: Psst! Hey! Hey, Emerald!

Emerald: What?

Ruby: You didn't do dick!

Emerald: Oh, fuck you!

Ruby: No, like, seriously, what do you even do?

Emerald: You know what I fucking do! I do it all the god damn time! Watch!

Emerald: (Turns into Ruby)

"Ruby": Look at me! I'm Ruby Rose! I'm back on my feet to try to beat you guys up, hee hee~!

CRMN: ...

Roman: Well, well, looks like Little Red is... She has... She...

Roman: Fuck the witty retorts. I'm just gonna fucking kill you, idiot.

"Ruby": Uh oh.

GOD! DAMN! IT! END! IT!

Ruby: Oh so that's what that looked like.