"You do realize that I'm technically a legal adult. You could let me walk home by myself."
"Yeah, but then I wouldn't get to use my handy-dandy new bike lights."
"..."
"What?"
"You're a nerd."
"So are you. I don't get the point."
"It's really freaking cute."
"..."
"Don't even try to pretend like you don't believe me, babe. You know you're cute."
"..."
"..."
"I am trying to decide whether or not to believe you right now, so give me a minute."
"..."
"... yeah, I don't know. Why would you say that?"
"... because it's true?"
"But it's not?"
"It is."
"Nope."
"..."
"Hey!"
"..."
"Put me down, this is harassment!"
"..."
"Ahhh!"
"Oof!"
"..."
"..."
"Owww..."
"Are you okay?"
"Of course not, you burnt french fry... you dropped me on my head!"
"Hey, hey. I'm sorry. And I didn't really drop you, we fell."
"... it hurts."
"What hurts?"
"My head!"
"I'm sorry."
"Touching it doesn't make it feel better. Stop."
"... okay. Sorry."
"I think you can finish walking yourself, I'm going home."
"No you're not."
"What?"
"You need to be examined."
"I'm fine."
"As you said, you landed on your skull. You're coming in so I can at least make sure you're not... I don't know. Bleeding out."
"I'm not even bleeding!"
"Come on."
~ ~ ~
listen to these two. *heart eyes* ;D
question: would you rather always have money to travel and have no money for books, or always have money for books and have no money for travel?
(i'd probably choose money for books, honestly.)
~anne
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