Well I remember a very sweet fashionista making this sweet blonde a much needed cup of coffee when we lost power next year. I’m always up for making you some coffee. Since it’s so hot, I’m going to go with iced Americanos, I’ll drop yours off at the beginning of Dom 101.
We coffee addicts need to stick together. Thank you Quinn. It’s delicious.
Are you free for lunch on Saturday by any chance? That is, if you’re still wanting to go ahead with what we talked about before.
Shall I bring you a cup of coffee? I’ll just need to be reminded how you take it.
There’s the sweetest blonde I’ve ever known. I’ve already had coffee for breakfast but a second cup wouldn’t go amiss if you’re making some; an Americano would be perfect Quinn.
Do you also feel the urge to eat brains?
I probably should clarify that my urge to eat brains is still non-existent. Don’t worry ~
I’m sure this is what a zombie must feel like. I’m exhausted.
PM: Thank you Blaine ~ I appreciate it.
PM: I miss him, but I was able to speak to him for a few hours the other day, which makes a great deal of difference. How are you coping?
I believe my point was a rock was better than anything with fur. Not a conversation about rocks. Time wasted explaining this, so you’re right.
Good to know; it’s always nice to impart a little wisdom.
I don’t think you really had a point at all. I think you’re kinda daft, and you were looking for some kinda of disagreement or argument so you could play your ‘I’m a Domme; you shall respect me.’ card and then it backfired so you just look like a dumb bitch.
Text: Don’t apologize. I’m fine. Always fine.
Text: Maybe she’s going to make him a star. That would be exciting.
Text: I do have plans. How about tomorrow?
Text: Tomorrow works just fine for me. I don’t know if our idea will be as effective as it might have been pre-graffiti, but I don’t think it can hurt.