Uhhh-- [There's a sudden look of panic. The kitchen. Guess who attempted making a cupcake and made a huge mess he forgot to clean up.]
No! [Leon rushes forward, dropping the candle on the couch as he throws an arm around D's waist to tug him away from the kitchen door.] I mean. No. Don't bother with it now, the surprise is already ruined, right?
[He's ruined everything. His plan now involves a bizarre scenario of making sure D's somewhere comfortable and out of the way and focusing on something out--maybe asleep in the bed, that'd be ideal-- and then Mission Impossible-ing it out into the kitchen for emergency clean up. There is nothing that can go wrong with this plan. Unless the animals tattle on him.
He sends a narrow-eyed glare of warning around the room, but somehow he doubts it's effectiveness.
He gestures to the flower petals in an attempt to distract.] The woman at the candle place said that'd work, but that dumb rat kept fucking me up. And the cat. And probably the goat thing too, I'm sure he was in on it. [Leon scratches idly at his chin, considering his first sentence.]I think the cashier thought I was some hen-pecked husband trying to ask forgiveness or something.
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No! [Leon rushes forward, dropping the candle on the couch as he throws an arm around D's waist to tug him away from the kitchen door.] I mean. No. Don't bother with it now, the surprise is already ruined, right?
[He's ruined everything. His plan now involves a bizarre scenario of making sure D's somewhere comfortable and out of the way and focusing on something out--maybe asleep in the bed, that'd be ideal-- and then Mission Impossible-ing it out into the kitchen for emergency clean up. There is nothing that can go wrong with this plan. Unless the animals tattle on him.
He sends a narrow-eyed glare of warning around the room, but somehow he doubts it's effectiveness.
He gestures to the flower petals in an attempt to distract.] The woman at the candle place said that'd work, but that dumb rat kept fucking me up. And the cat. And probably the goat thing too, I'm sure he was in on it. [Leon scratches idly at his chin, considering his first sentence.]I think the cashier thought I was some hen-pecked husband trying to ask forgiveness or something.