You alchemize a SHIT TON of candles. It's important, because you are not planning to take your shades off. Not until the right moment. Like maybe when your faces are drifting closer in that will-we-or-won't-we moment and you'll do that giggle oops glasses thing and John, who will by that point be half-crazed by the excesses of romcomical tropes in which you will have cunningly enveloped him, will gallantly sweep them off your face and then...makeouts. Credits roll.
Okay, shit ton of candles check. Minor grist outlay. Worth it.
You're not really feeling the cookies this very second, right now you're kind of digging the highlight reel that's playing in your head. You and John parking on a moonlit bluff overlooking town. You cooking for him and burning something so you have to go to a restaurant and look at each other tenderly over the breadbasket. John standing outside your door in the rain because he forgot his key and you're too busy masturbating in the shower to hear him knock wait what.
Wrong genre there, forget that last bit. Later. Anyway.
Rap time. It's a question of timing, at this point: is this a seductive rap or a rap which announces to the world, post-facto, that the sweet Egbert ass and the sweet Stridersprite hybrid erogenous zones have tapped each other in wonder and glory? You don't know. Maybe you should get a second opinion.
>Davesprite: Consult Nannasprite on the etiquette of pre- versus post-coital rhymes
DAVESPRITE: Start working on your surprise. (Fill: Alchemiter FRUITY RUMPUS))
Okay, shit ton of candles check. Minor grist outlay. Worth it.
You're not really feeling the cookies this very second, right now you're kind of digging the highlight reel that's playing in your head. You and John parking on a moonlit bluff overlooking town. You cooking for him and burning something so you have to go to a restaurant and look at each other tenderly over the breadbasket. John standing outside your door in the rain because he forgot his key and you're too busy masturbating in the shower to hear him knock wait what.
Wrong genre there, forget that last bit. Later. Anyway.
Rap time. It's a question of timing, at this point: is this a seductive rap or a rap which announces to the world, post-facto, that the sweet Egbert ass and the sweet Stridersprite hybrid erogenous zones have tapped each other in wonder and glory? You don't know. Maybe you should get a second opinion.
>Davesprite: Consult Nannasprite on the etiquette of pre- versus post-coital rhymes