/ On hiatus.

<— Wife material asf.

You know where to find me. 🤙

You know damn well what they’re canceling me for.

Bump me up.

(Hissing at the sensation of fangs puncturing flesh. Then flicking his forehead.)

Devil freak. Try my shoulder next.

Some lucky guy.

Sick. I can make an angel of a man deeply problematic.

(He's that easy to see through, huh. Not that his reasoning's a problem when Ryuki keeps coming back.)

C'mon, blackout drunk. I'll beat up your hangover with coffee so bitter you'll kill me for serving it to ya.

Don't you worry, big guy. We'll start you off nice and slow.

(Ten shots. He'll help him keep 'em down if necessary, real helpful.)

One hell of a hangover, though. Makes life worth living.

Don't listen to 'em. I still would.

Tell him yourself. And do it outta my mentions.

Damn , these bitches horny !

Good for them .

I know. 🤘

You like seeing it, don’t lie.

Damn right. Surely you get it.

Won’t be the only time tonight.

He really should’ve.

Versatile, huh? I like you more and more.

Gonna prove it?

Hoped, you mean.

Went real low-key for last night's gig. Shame everyone knows what my body looks like.

#SeductiveSunday

Yeah? If you’re serious, let me retract the music video shit and it’ll just be our secret.

Damn, star athlete. There’s a spot in my next music video with your name on it.

I’ll even let you pull my hair.

Did they teach you that on your anger management retreat?

Sure. I'll go rail my boyfriend while you enjoy all the vacant space in your heart. It'll match your personality. 🖕

. . .

Did you get kicked in the head by a Mudsdale?

No bitches, sum total of one friend, a chronic clout-chaser, no muscle mass, bad dye job, possibly suffering the sequelae of a traumatic brain injury from all the poisons she ingests, no dick, no strap, no pussy, Torchicshit, only way she can get attention is through being contentious. ✨

Yeah? Proud of him for ditching you. Think I'll congratulate him tonight.

Your bestie would disagree.

You're the pathological liar.