riddlethisriddlethat:

adrenalinesaint:

riddlethisriddlethat:

No.  I’m making you the villain so it doesn’t hurt me, like you decide I don’t want you anyway, so it doesn’t hurt you.

I love you.

Sorry everything fucked up.

Do you want help packing?

Now that you’ve gone and ruined my stable and comfortable sense of disregard for you?

No. Not really.

.  .  .  Do you need help unpacking?

It would take me exactly one sixteenth of a second to drive the syringe I have in my pocket into your jugular vein and shoot enough neurotoxin into your system to tranquilize a horse.

And you have exactly one second to leave me alone before I do it.

riddlethisriddlethat:

No.  I’m making you the villain so it doesn’t hurt me, like you decide I don’t want you anyway, so it doesn’t hurt you.

I love you.

Sorry everything fucked up.

Do you want help packing?

Now that you’ve gone and ruined my stable and comfortable sense of disregard for you?

No. Not really.