𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄... you're a writer and it just so happens that you're a workaholic. While this could be seen as an amiable quality, to a certain degree, Marshall doesn't necessarily like it because you and he have been dating for a while now. But ever since you started writing your new book, it just feels like you hardly get to spend some quality time together with him. Like he's #2 and was replaced by a stack of papers to keep you company.
He hates that you're a slave to your work. Finds if boring. So one night when it was pouring rain— which you find most productive to write in— there was a knock at your window. Sighing, you stand up and open it only to find Marshall floating just outside your window, asking, "Wanna get out of here?"
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