-kisses him to stop his whining-
**immediately stops caring about the wine and he sets the bottle down on the floor next to him, returning her kiss in the process**
-breaks away for a moment and murmurs- I don’t think we need any more alcohol.
I- But- **thinks long and hard** Mnnn fine but that…that’s your. It’s yours.
I don’t understand what you’re saying. -kisses him again-
Aaah what?? **Kisses her greedily and holds her a little tighter, a little closer**
Never… mind. -sighs happily and presses against him-
No what… what were you
whatever I don’t- I don’t know what. Yeah. **falls back onto the floor, bringing her down with him**
-kisses along his jawline and presses her chest against his-
-kisses him to stop his whining-
**immediately stops caring about the wine and he sets the bottle down on the floor next to him, returning her kiss in the process**
-breaks away for a moment and murmurs- I don’t think we need any more alcohol.
I- But- **thinks long and hard** Mnnn fine but that…that’s your. It’s yours.
I don’t understand what you’re saying. -kisses him again-
Aaah what?? **Kisses her greedily and holds her a little tighter, a little closer**
Never… mind. -sighs happily and presses against him-
-kisses him to stop his whining-
**immediately stops caring about the wine and he sets the bottle down on the floor next to him, returning her kiss in the process**
-breaks away for a moment and murmurs- I don’t think we need any more alcohol.
I- But- **thinks long and hard** Mnnn fine but that…that’s your. It’s yours.
I don’t understand what you’re saying. -kisses him again-
-kisses him to stop his whining-
**immediately stops caring about the wine and he sets the bottle down on the floor next to him, returning her kiss in the process**
-breaks away for a moment and murmurs- I don’t think we need any more alcohol.
I don’t know. Carrots or something like that. That makes sense right???
Sort of???
Not much makes sense right now, actually.
…
I’m too warm. -takes off her shirt-
**stares at her chest, then looks back up**
but it’s…really cold in here
Really? I’m feeling quite warm. -fans herself-
You’re crazy, that’s what you are. **drinks from the bottle and then hands it to her** Maybe it’s from basking in the warmth of my presence.
-laughs- Maybe it is. -takes a swig from the bottle-
I think it is. **stares at the bottles, then looks at the rum Winnie is holding, then back at the bottles**
I think it is. **pushes some of the bottles out of the way to grab the wine towards the back** Winnie how…how am I going to open this I
I can’t do it
Winnie
Winnie
-kisses him to stop his whining-
I don’t know. Carrots or something like that. That makes sense right???
Sort of???
Not much makes sense right now, actually.
…
I’m too warm. -takes off her shirt-
**stares at her chest, then looks back up**
but it’s…really cold in here
Really? I’m feeling quite warm. -fans herself-
You’re crazy, that’s what you are. **drinks from the bottle and then hands it to her** Maybe it’s from basking in the warmth of my presence.
-laughs- Maybe it is. -takes a swig from the bottle-
I don’t know. Carrots or something like that. That makes sense right???
Sort of???
Not much makes sense right now, actually.
…
I’m too warm. -takes off her shirt-
**stares at her chest, then looks back up**
but it’s…really cold in here
Really? I’m feeling quite warm. -fans herself-
It is my bottle. -takes it back and takes another gulp-
You can be Flynn, I’ll be Rapunzel.
But I don’t want to be Flynn
I don’t want to be a prince. I’m a king-
No.
A God.
A god of potatoes.
-giggles and takes a gulp of rum-
We- Hey no listen this is serious- we’re like potatoes.
Potatoes never really die okay. No seriously. They just **steals the bottle back**
their eyes grow and then you stick them in the ground and they grow potatoes again
Potatoes are immortal.
-laughs, finding this even funnier than she would normally, because now she’s a little bit tipsy-
So that’s why you’re the god of potatoes?
no I’m not the god of potatoes why- where did you even think of this I never said that
no I’m just saying that
we are potatoes. we’re the potatoes of the…not potato world
That makes a surprising amount of sense. But I’m not entirely sober so I’m not sure whether it should make sense or not… -looks a little bit confused-
it’s a
god what is that word
sim
smi
simile!!!
It’s a simile. Potatoes are…our simile.
Okay. -stares at him- If we’re potatoes… what are normal people?
I don’t know. Carrots or something like that. That makes sense right???
Sort of???
Not much makes sense right now, actually.
…
I’m too warm. -takes off her shirt-
It is my bottle. -takes it back and takes another gulp-
You can be Flynn, I’ll be Rapunzel.
But I don’t want to be Flynn
I don’t want to be a prince. I’m a king-
No.
A God.
A god of potatoes.
-giggles and takes a gulp of rum-
We- Hey no listen this is serious- we’re like potatoes.
Potatoes never really die okay. No seriously. They just **steals the bottle back**
their eyes grow and then you stick them in the ground and they grow potatoes again
Potatoes are immortal.
-laughs, finding this even funnier than she would normally, because now she’s a little bit tipsy-
So that’s why you’re the god of potatoes?
no I’m not the god of potatoes why- where did you even think of this I never said that
no I’m just saying that
we are potatoes. we’re the potatoes of the…not potato world
That makes a surprising amount of sense. But I’m not entirely sober so I’m not sure whether it should make sense or not… -looks a little bit confused-
it’s a
god what is that word
sim
smi
simile!!!
It’s a simile. Potatoes are…our simile.
Okay. -stares at him- If we’re potatoes… what are normal people?
It is my bottle. -takes it back and takes another gulp-
You can be Flynn, I’ll be Rapunzel.
But I don’t want to be Flynn
I don’t want to be a prince. I’m a king-
No.
A God.
A god of potatoes.
-giggles and takes a gulp of rum-
We- Hey no listen this is serious- we’re like potatoes.
Potatoes never really die okay. No seriously. They just **steals the bottle back**
their eyes grow and then you stick them in the ground and they grow potatoes again
Potatoes are immortal.
-laughs, finding this even funnier than she would normally, because now she’s a little bit tipsy-
So that’s why you’re the god of potatoes?
no I’m not the god of potatoes why- where did you even think of this I never said that
no I’m just saying that
we are potatoes. we’re the potatoes of the…not potato world
That makes a surprising amount of sense. But I’m not entirely sober so I’m not sure whether it should make sense or not… -looks a little bit confused-
