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“You do.” Slade sighed, “And I wasn’t going to make you stay with me without them.”
“Wait… I’m not going to have kids if you aren’t wanting them one hundred percent with me.” He frowned. “I’ll stay with you, with or without kids.”
“Idiot. Of course I do. But you really do. You act like you gave birth to that dog for god’s sake.” Slade smiled, “So.”
“Well, he’s my baby…” He mumbled. “So.”
“…and you saying that still makes me uncomfortable.”
“Heh, well, get used to it.”
“You’re lucky I tolerate you.” Slade chuckled, then winced. “Think I’m still working something out of my system.”
He frowned,grabbing his shoulder and pushing him down. “Sleep.”
“I’m fine.” He grinned. “And you’re overprotective.”
“I’m allowed to be.” He snorted, before rolling on the free side of the bed. “Well, I’m going to sleep. I haven’t slept properly for ages.”
“And you’ll be able to do that on an uncomfortable safehouse bed?”
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“Do you know much about Markovia’s culture?”
She snorted, “I lived and breathed it for twelve years.”
“Right. And you went to a lot of art galleries?”
“Yeah. They were all really boring.”
“And you remember that stuff?”
“Sorta. We had to go a lot when there were big artists there. Markovia’s small. If anyone with a name comes, they meet the whole royal family.”
“What’s the name of Markovia’s biggest artist.”
“…Uh…you’re not gonna believe this, but the biggest artist is named Markus. With a K. Just Markus,” she paused, biting a smile back, “Like Markovia.”
“I believe it. Guess who has an exhibition on in Metropolis?”
“You’re kidding,” she laughed, “What’s your plan then?”
“Well…” He grinned. “We could steal them. But honestly, with what they’re worth, it’d make more sense just to set them on fire.”
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“You do.” Slade sighed, “And I wasn’t going to make you stay with me without them.”
“Wait… I’m not going to have kids if you aren’t wanting them one hundred percent with me.” He frowned. “I’ll stay with you, with or without kids.”
“Idiot. Of course I do. But you really do. You act like you gave birth to that dog for god’s sake.” Slade smiled, “So.”
“Well, he’s my baby…” He mumbled. “So.”
“…and you saying that still makes me uncomfortable.”
“Heh, well, get used to it.”
“You’re lucky I tolerate you.” Slade chuckled, then winced. “Think I’m still working something out of my system.”
He frowned,grabbing his shoulder and pushing him down. “Sleep.”
“I’m fine.” He grinned. “And you’re overprotective.”
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“Do you know much about Markovia’s culture?”
She snorted, “I lived and breathed it for twelve years.”
“Right. And you went to a lot of art galleries?”
“Yeah. They were all really boring.”
“And you remember that stuff?”
“Sorta. We had to go a lot when there were big artists there. Markovia’s small. If anyone with a name comes, they meet the whole royal family.”
“What’s the name of Markovia’s biggest artist.”
“…Uh…you’re not gonna believe this, but the biggest artist is named Markus. With a K. Just Markus,” she paused, biting a smile back, “Like Markovia.”
“I believe it. Guess who has an exhibition on in Metropolis?”
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“You do.” Slade sighed, “And I wasn’t going to make you stay with me without them.”
“Wait… I’m not going to have kids if you aren’t wanting them one hundred percent with me.” He frowned. “I’ll stay with you, with or without kids.”
“Idiot. Of course I do. But you really do. You act like you gave birth to that dog for god’s sake.” Slade smiled, “So.”
“Well, he’s my baby…” He mumbled. “So.”
“…and you saying that still makes me uncomfortable.”
“Heh, well, get used to it.”
“You’re lucky I tolerate you.” Slade chuckled, then winced. “Think I’m still working something out of my system.”
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“You do.” Slade sighed, “And I wasn’t going to make you stay with me without them.”
“Wait… I’m not going to have kids if you aren’t wanting them one hundred percent with me.” He frowned. “I’ll stay with you, with or without kids.”
“Idiot. Of course I do. But you really do. You act like you gave birth to that dog for god’s sake.” Slade smiled, “So.”
“Well, he’s my baby…” He mumbled. “So.”
“…and you saying that still makes me uncomfortable.”
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“You do.” Slade sighed, “And I wasn’t going to make you stay with me without them.”
“Wait… I’m not going to have kids if you aren’t wanting them one hundred percent with me.” He frowned. “I’ll stay with you, with or without kids.”
“Idiot. Of course I do. But you really do. You act like you gave birth to that dog for god’s sake.” Slade smiled, “So.”
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