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[teenyoda]

"Leave a message. I'm around. Or sleeping. Or... stuff."

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[truesight]

Hey.

Hey!

I love you.

[teenyoda]

You sure about that?

uh pretend this is backdated to like, day 443 >>

[truesight]

Pretty sure...

[teenyoda]

Maybe you should do something to be 100% sure.

[truesight]

Maybe you should.

[teenyoda]

Me? Hey, I'm not the one doubting my love.

[truesight]

You actually were doubting my love, asking if I was sure.

[teenyoda]

Exactly. Which means you need to prove you do love me.

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I'm wiggling my hand at my keyboard right now, pretend you can see it

[teenyoda]

Ouch. My feelings are hurt.

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My hand with the ring on it, you absolute goof.

[teenyoda]

Oh. Right. ;) Is that a hint you want something with more bling?

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No! I love my ring.

You love your ring too, right?

[teenyoda]

I love my ring and the person that gave it to me.

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Good.

You know what else I love?

[teenyoda]

Does it begin with b and end with lowjobs?

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Wow.

[teenyoda]

>> I take that as a yes?

[truesight]

I don't think I love blowjobs, no.

I love the way you curse and groan when I'm giving you a blowjob, but that's different.

[teenyoda]

That's okay. *I* love blowjobs enough for the both of us.

[truesight]

Do you? I never, ever would have known that.

[teenyoda]

I'm a man of many layers and facets.

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So I should probably change the title of my memoir about you from "Perfecting Sarcasm and Loving Blowjobs, the Stiles Stilinski Story" toooo... something else? Something with more layers, maybe?

[teenyoda]

Perfecting Sarcasm and Loving Blowjobs while shining on like a crazy, multifaceted diamond onion, the Stiles Stilinski story.

[truesight]

I'm just going to call you my diamond onion from now on, yep.