oh, i see. you come up into my domain and play emotional games with me. you're gonna put a price tag on the power of MY heart. MY passion. or YOUR heart. YOUR passion. and either way it's 4.99 plus delivery fee plus driver tip. when you look out the window, are we all just carb dust that has people names?
i'd rather be regurgitated carb dust than stardust or some other pretentious pinterest quote and i would have said you'd bring me cheese fries but we both know whatever nerd robin hood problem you're solving right now is trumping my hunger pangs.
so i should stop maintaining the microwave recipes pinterest board for this backup alias i made you. i mean i thought you might wanna scope that out sometime, learn to make nacho cheese in a mug, but hey marcia don't have to click that one.
[ Hardison orders the cheese fries. (As needs must.) He keeps maintaining the gaggles of fresh aliases even though he knows full well she has more than enough skillz, yes with a z, to cover all her own bases and then some.
Everyone covered their bases fine before he rolled in. The covering's not so much the point as leaving something in the middle of the open floor for them and letting it be there at their leisure.
Because many people he cares about are, emotionally, flighty feral-ass animals in their own unique ways. ]
you know i like when the problem solving mostly relies on a nice easy bank account transfer from my end. keeps the guns outta my beautiful statuesque face. and ideally outta everyone's face.
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you're gonna put a price tag on the power of MY heart. MY passion.
or YOUR heart. YOUR passion.
and either way it's 4.99 plus delivery fee plus driver tip.
when you look out the window, are we all just carb dust that has people names?
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and i would have said you'd bring me cheese fries but we both know whatever nerd robin hood problem you're solving right now is trumping my hunger pangs.
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i mean i thought you might wanna scope that out sometime, learn to make nacho cheese in a mug, but hey
marcia don't have to click that one.
[ Hardison orders the cheese fries. (As needs must.) He keeps maintaining the gaggles of fresh aliases even though he knows full well she has more than enough skillz, yes with a z, to cover all her own bases and then some.
Everyone covered their bases fine before he rolled in. The covering's not so much the point as leaving something in the middle of the open floor for them and letting it be there at their leisure.
Because many people he cares about are, emotionally, flighty feral-ass animals in their own unique ways. ]
you know i like when the problem solving mostly relies on a nice easy bank account transfer from my end.
keeps the guns outta my beautiful statuesque face.
and ideally outta everyone's face.