WHY WE WASNT INVITED TO THE WEDDDINNG.
FUCK OFF BRAT.
We didn't get the chance to see what you two was wearing during the wedding. Can we see some pictures ?
Congraluation for the wedding ! Are you thinking about having a child already ? :3
HEY I HERD YOU GOT MARREED
She wanted to wait up for him.
After all she’d been gone for a while, and she wanted to see the look on his face when he came back and saw her. That and well, she’d missed him. A lot.
The couch would’ve been a bad idea, since she knew she’d just eventually lay down and inevitably fall asleep, so she instead settled for the floor, hoping the lack of comfort would keep her awake. A jar of nutella was placed beside her along with her newly acquired emerald - she preferred keeping it by her side at all times despite feeling a lot safer, now that she was home - and she grabbed her controller, turning on the console.
The game kept her going for about an hour before she felt her eyes begin to sting, but she refused to turn it off just yet. Another spoonful of nutella was shoved into her mouth, then gnawing at the utensil once the chocolate had been licked off completely.
She had to stay awake, falling asleep was out of the question this time.
And yet as time continued passing by, she failed to notice her body had slumped down into a half-assed sitting position, and eventually just found herself rolling onto her stomach.
He shouldn’t be gone much longer. He usually came back round this time when he went out. He’d be back soon.
Focusing on the game started getting more and more difficult, and an aggravated sigh left her lips when the obnoxious ”Game Over” screen popped up. She tried blinking away the stingy feeling in her eyes, but it refused to leave her alone.
…maybe if she rested them… just for a few minutes…
She rolled on her side, letting go of the controller she held to place her hand under her cheek as she slightly curled up.
'Just… a few minutes.'
If the weasel ever asks,
I’m a walking pandemic of fleas.
“Ah well!” grinned the weasel, more refusing to take note of the distaste in the woman’s voice, than completely unaware of it. Ahh, she was probably just playing around anyways. Or else she was blind- he knew he looked damn sexy in white. If this babe said that he didn’t, then she must be telling fibs.
There was something appealing about the way she touched her own neck, ahhh, but then- fleas? “I don’t have fleas,” Nack retorted. Suddenly he was put off. Did the hedgehog have fleas? “If ya got some on ya, those ain’t from me.” He took a step back. “Don’t let them jump on me!” he added. He’d best keep his distance.
“Huh. Scrooge… Yeah I think I remember him.” Now that he thought about it, this lady resembled the bloke in some ways. Noticing this for the first time, Nack peered at her again, afresh, before simply shrugging it off. They knew each other then? So… this lass was probably just Scrooge’s little sister or something. Not that that mattered in any case.
“I don’t wanna touch a girl with fleas, luv. Sorry! Better luck next time!” He blew a little kiss and then bounded cheerfully away.
No, he wasn’t gonna touch a girl with fleas. He might be unfortunate enough to catch one. The green lady would have to wait until another day.
The hedgehog simply stared at the weasel as he left, quite literally speechless. If anything, she found his reaction interesting, if not flat-out proving he actually did have fleas. Why else would react in such a way and just run off like tha—…
That was it?
That was all she needed to say to get him off her back?
He's getting ready.
Oh would you cut your bullshit and give it a rest.
Slowly he dragged his gaze back up to her face, fixing her with one of his most leering stares but, after a few moments had passed, this stare subsided… becoming instead a look of utter confusion as Nack carefully studied the features of the ‘unknown’ woman.
Nope, she wasn’t ringing any bells whatsoever. He scratched his head as he unsuccessfully attempted to recall her…
“Say. Did we have sex?”
Her eyes narrowed at his question, bitter annoyance now replacing her previously calm and composed features. How thick could this idiot get?
”Fuck no.” she replied, disgust dripping from her words. ”I don’t sleep with flea bags.” Another sigh escaped her lips as she rubbed the back of her neck, eyes closing for a moment.
”Honestly, I don’t know how Scourge manages to even speak with you and not want to bash your face in.”
Where is he?
I don’t know. What’s it matter to you, anyway?