Barbs: *shouts* Get out! GET THE FUCK OUT!
Cyrus: *still sleepy* WHA- STOP SHOUTING!
Barbs: Who the fuck are you!?
Cyrus: Same question, miss. Who the fuck are you, too?
Barbs: BAKIT WALA KANG DAMIT? BAKIT WALA AKONG DA– *sees her left hand with a silver band on her ring finger* OH NO. NO NO NO THI–
Cyrus: *looks at his hand* Oh fuck. Did we get married last night?
Barbs: *passes out*
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Anthology
Narrativa generaleCollection of ficlets/one shots for my stories (TDG, IIF, TMEUAS and TSIB).
