Oh for fuck's sake, you're going about it right now, aren't you?
You've got some fucking nerve, Darius, telling me I'm "gross" for lauding my Rin, and you're texting while playing with your doggy.
Obscene.
Shame on you.
Don't you dare say I'm gross, you sanctimonious pervert. As a matter of fact, as penance, I believe I'm owed one more overtly saccharine sentiment, which you will receive with grace and approval:
Darius. I have my own pillow on Rin's bed. Which is also my bed, now, too.
And it smells like them.
[...]
Yes, why not. I'm owed, for whatever you're doing to that poor, perfectly sane boy while talking to me:
It smells like them because their head was on it all through French and German.
It is, decidedly, my favorite pillow. My prized pillow. Slept like a fucking innocent, me.
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Oh for fuck's sake, you're going about it right now, aren't you?
You've got some fucking nerve, Darius, telling me I'm "gross" for lauding my Rin, and you're texting while playing with your doggy.
Obscene.
Shame on you.
Don't you dare say I'm gross, you sanctimonious pervert. As a matter of fact, as penance, I believe I'm owed one more overtly saccharine sentiment, which you will receive with grace and approval:
Darius. I have my own pillow on Rin's bed. Which is also my bed, now, too.
And it smells like them.
[...]
Yes, why not. I'm owed, for whatever you're doing to that poor, perfectly sane boy while talking to me:
It smells like them because their head was on it all through French and German.
It is, decidedly, my favorite pillow. My prized pillow. Slept like a fucking innocent, me.