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Rague: It’s a very nice cottage-dungeon.
Of course it is. It's our safe house, filled with all the essentials for the end of the world. We also got rid of many donors in the forest surrounding it when we started the family business.
Me: Did Rague build a red room? Like Uri’s?
Uri: I don't have a fucking red room.
Ollie: We don’t need one… *wink wink*
Michael: I’m making more cookies, I’ll bring them later
Raph: Tell me the truth, babe, is cooking your way to get back at me?
My psycho brother doesn’t see a reason to lie to his husband to try and protect his feelings.
Michael: Rami likes them, you troglodyte!
I hope he won’t force me to try one again—now that I can actuallytaste it.
Uri: I doubt that. But we can use them as a weapon. They could be a one-way ticket to hell with a precise hit on the head
Lori: Bones, are you man-struating? Need extra sugar? I can give a ring to a baker who can actually makes biscuits for you.
Sari: Men have a monthly hormonal cycle. Dips in testosterone can cause irritability.
Me: You mean Michael is actually man-struating?
Lori: Or maybe, he’s really trying to torture Bully Boy. Just move to the next step, Bones, and give him the one-way ticket.
Michael: Are you really comparing my cookies with hell?
Raph: Torture, not hell, babe.
Lori: My hell will be a straight one.
Lori: Imagine you are chained to a wall
Lori: And mere feet away, a naked, dripping, and smiling Henry Cavill is inviting you to join him
Lori: While touching his long
Lori: Hard
Ollie: Lori, we got the point!
Lori: Point? Was I making one?
Gremlin is nuts.
Michael: Fuck you all!
I lay my phone down. I’m sorry for Michael but if everybody says his cookies taste bad they must be.
How would Hunter interact with my family? Probably just like Rague, with glares and succinct replies. Aaand I’m thinking about Grizzly again. Hell!
Time apart is supposed to be a good thing, right? Then why can’t I concentrate on anything?
Maybe I should go exercise for a while. Just as the idea comes through my head my phone starts ringing, and the smile turning my lips up is immediate. It’s Hunter’s home number. I can’t believe he has a land line.
