Slubberdegullion Noun.
A villain A fiend
~A worthless person~
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"You could have died asshole!" (ASL)
"That is..... kinda true, but I didn't."
"Perfect, now I can strangle you!" (ASL)
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"Oh...
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She closes her eyes for a moment, before opening them again. Looking me in the eyes, she exhales a breath. She then closes her eyes, as she opens her mouth to speak.
"Myra..." She hesitates, "It's quite late. We should get some sleep. And technically that wasn't a question."
"I don't care if it wasn't a real question, answer." I whisper to her, looking into her eyes hoping for a slight pointer in the direction of an answer.
She grabs both of my hands and lowers them until they are about waist height, then she drops them. She pushes me back slightly by my shoulders, so she can walk around me, and to the door leading to her bedroom. Just as her hand grabs the doorknob, I grab her opposite forearm, pulling her back, and into me, as she gasps at the motion.
Then I turn us both around. Maria ends up against the counter, and immediately tries to move. I grab her hips and push her back, and she lets out a small yelp. I then put my arms on either side of her, my hands resting on the countertop, trapping her in like she had done not that long ago. Leaning down, our faces inches apart I ask her again.
"Answer." I breathe out.
"Myra...stop." She says, her voice faltering.
"No. Not until you answer." I tell her. "Answer."
She grabs my right arm, and pushes it away with as much force as she could get from her stationary position. I let out a quick gasp at the pain, given my right shoulder had just been sewed. I immediately move it back to where it was before she moved it.
"Oh shit! I'm sorry, are you okay?" Maria quickly asks.
"Answer." I ignore her question, leaning slightly closer.
"No, Myra I do not want to be more than friends." She answers finally, her breathing becoming heavier.
"Then why are you breathing so heavily?" I ask as I lean closer to the side of her face.
Now whispering in her ear, I ask "Is that your final answer, Maria."
"Yes." She answers grabbing my head and pushing it back, until I'm face to face with her again.
"Liar." I whisper, pulling away and removing my hands from either side of her.
Before I could turn around to leave, Maria grabs my face, pulling me toward her, forcing me to face her. "I want to be anything but friends, Myra."
