About fucking time, pup.
What? I can’t have alone time?
Sounds like it was really worth staying up all night.
Oh, yeah, definitely. Best time of my life since Batman was curled up with me as well.
Dude, that’s messed up. Why did you stay up?
Right? I dunno. I was sitting down, watching dumbass Southern dramas for most of the time that I wasn’t helping Cookie make whatever meals she was making. So eventful.
No words, huh?
I haven’t slept in over twenty-four hours. What are words.
Soft spoken, are you?
Far from it. M’just distracted. The name’s Caleb.
Well she seems to like you for now.. which is interesting as I thought her to dislike almost everyone. No you haven’t though I did find a bone in my food last night, so lets avoid that happening again because I’d rather choke on something else than a bone.
Why do you think?
Time for you to ride daddy again, pup.
We’ve become best friends, of a sort. She said she loves my sense of humor, thinks I’m good for you. Didn’t really ask what she meant by that since she had a knife in her hand at the time, but oh well. …You’re lying. Last night’s meal was fuckin’ perfect.
I thought I was off the hook. Damn.
Shouldn’t you be the one riding me by now?
Well in that case I’m sorry to hear you hurt yourself, but do try and not piss her off. Cookie isn’t one for foolishness in her kitchen.
How’s your back by the way?
Pfft. Cookie adores me. And I’m an awesome cook. Haven’t poisoned you yet, have I?
Healed for the most part. Why?
Acting careless again, Caleb?
I was helping Cookie make dinner, thanks. My hand slipped.
Caleb Leery. | 24. | Pansexual. | Slave.
Slave of Jared Taylor.
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