These recent chapters seem to be dragging, I am aware. Until they meet, I wish to involve as much love and fluff as I can. Votes and reviews are appreciated, as always. Much love. <3
ChrisHems: Ten more days and I get to wrap you in a body bag, kidnap you and take you home to have my wicked way with you!
ThomHiddles: Wow. Is it bad that I want you to do that? You're corrupting me, Christopher!
ChrisHems: Not at all, daddy, my charm just cannot be resisted
ThomHiddles: Evidently.
ThomHiddles: Oh my Lords, I'm laughing. What is wrong with the English?
ChrisHems: What do you mean?
ThomHiddles: Some creepo just grabbed me
ChrisHems: WHAT? WHO THE FUCK?
ThomHiddles: No, it was quite funny actually. I 'accidentally' dropped my waiting tray on him.
ThomHiddles: That thing is, like, 10 pounds of decorated metal. He's bleeding quite a lot, I think.
ThomHiddles: Are you bailing me out if I get arrested?
ChrisHems: I'll be in prison with you after I murder the bastard. Are you okay, though?He hasn't hurt you, has he?
ThomHiddles: I'm perfectly fine, my love. I think they're sending me home.
ChrisHems: Good. You can call me
ThomHiddles: Are you going to make me?
ChrisHems: 10 days, beautiful, 10 days
ThomHiddles: I look forward to it
ChrisHems: Yeah, you should. How's your mild hypothermia?
ThomHiddles: It's not hypothermia
ChrisHems: Well, that's what the Doctor said
ThomHiddles: You probably told him to say that
ChrisHems: Did I, now?
ThomHiddles: Yes, because you are very much like a hyperactive mother duckling and your fretting does not go unnoticed
ChrisHems: You love my fretting, Mr Dictionary. I just want to make sure you're alright.
ChrisHems: We can't have that sexy nose falling off, can we?
ThomHiddles: I swear, you'll be the death of me, Mr Hemsworth.
ChrisHems: It'll be a sweet death, hot stuff.
ThomHiddles: That is true. Call me?
ChrisHems: On it
