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“edward, darling. you know i have to pick up martin soon.” he lazily runs his hands through his lover’s hair, twirling the ends of individual strands as he goes. “i suppose we owe it to ourselves to have reprieve, though. just— don’t fall asleep on me,” he chuckles softly.

of course. if you get home early enough, we can watch that movie martin likes. what was it called, was it thunderbolts?

that’s what i thought, ed. perhaps we could settle this quarrel tomorrow, in the form of a challenge. why don’t we see who can rob the most banks within 24 hours?

if you were LISTENING to me this morning, you would know i have to pick martin up from his after-school piano rehearsal tonight. or would you rather your son be stranded in the middle of nowhere?

i could EASILY do better, without the needless theatrics.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ... oswald, sweetheart. it's just twitter. ⠀⠀

well, if you consider sliding riddles under doors like a schoolgirl “refined.”

edward, darling, YOU rob banks.

ᅠ ᅠ Literally a city full of crime. How is it boring? ᅠ