booty pics ⇔ nick robinson

TWENTY-TWO.

DAY THREE OF LIVING TOGETHER.

"nicholas, did you eat my tofu?"

"yeah, it was surprisingly good!"

"i can't believe you! get your own food!"

"wait did you actually like it?"

"no, it tasted like shit."

within the past seventy-two hours together, this was emerson's thirty-first time resisting the urge to roll her eyes and it was her fourth time taking a strategic approach to dealing with him instead of loosing her shit.
(note: she was very-extremely-on-the-edge of loosing her shit.)

"why did you eat my food, nicholas?"

"i came in late and it was there."

"mhm, please proceed with a further explaination."

"i was too drunk to make a bowl of cereal."

"that's so interesting because i remember hearing you smashing a bowl at four in the morning and then cleaning it up hours later."

"i'm sorry, mom."

"oh no, don't call me mom."

"do you remember what you did after you stole my tofu?"

"did i go to sleep like the good boy i am?"

"i wish. you crawled into the bottom of the bed and cradled my feet."

"that isn't that bad."

"i wasn't finished. after you cradled them, you petted them for a full ten minutes, muttering about what beautiful tits i have."

"you do have beautiful tits."

thirty-second time.

"eat my tofu again and i'll snap your dick in half, comrende amigo?"

"got it."

"if we're amigos, can you accept my facebook friend request?"

"no!"