took back my heart but it's never been the same
"Morgan. Sure." You've already managed to stub your (her?) toe, smack your (her?) arm into a table, and nearly trip over your (nope, her) feet. So if your voice is a little grumpy who's to blame you? And if that grumpiness is only increased by the fact that said grumpy voice has emerged in a rather high-pitched, indignant squeak, well.
Fuck all this shit.
"So I'm gettin' the feelin' we gotta coordinate," you announce, pointing to the words on the door (and reading them, if he doesn't come to look). There's a joke to be made about cumming together, but somehow you're not in the mood. Instead you've begun to look through the closest pile of keys. "That, or maybe a couple'a these keys fit together t'make one that'll unlock it. Ya find anythin'?"
Fuck all this shit.
"So I'm gettin' the feelin' we gotta coordinate," you announce, pointing to the words on the door (and reading them, if he doesn't come to look). There's a joke to be made about cumming together, but somehow you're not in the mood. Instead you've begun to look through the closest pile of keys. "That, or maybe a couple'a these keys fit together t'make one that'll unlock it. Ya find anythin'?"
maybe love is a young man's game
