So I have another idea…

got-milkovich:

- I’ll tell you everything, please!

- But … you’ve already told me everything.

Can I ask you something?

In case you haven’t heard yet, I’m back.

*She straddled him, brushing a strand of hair out of her face* No, this is Quentin. I’ve suddenly grown female anatomy and thought it’d be fun to have a romp around in other people’s beds, waking all the supple young boys from their peaceful slumber.

 [He pursed his lips before sitting up, eyes still slightly narrowed.] I think it’s you, but I can’t tell if you’re kidding or not…