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[nola_quicksilver]

The first time I couldn't wait to talk to someone about it. I talked to too many people about it, possibly (Elspeth, some randos at Elspeth's party, Kyle, every tattooer in the studio, that nice lady on the bus going to her granddaughter's birthday that one time, the weird barista guy at the coffee place, and our mail carrier).

The second time I haven't talked to anyone about. I don't want to hear someone tell me what a bad idea it was, or hear myself say something stupid to downplay it, and I don't want to somehow break the spell it still has on me. I've been thinking about that night for ten days, pretty much, and I'm not tired of it yet, which must be magic, right?

And here I am writing about it like I have a diary or something. I haven't written so much about anything since high school. What's happened to me? Does Sam's dick have actual powers?


I'm in the mood to do some sexy tattoos. Give me your best sexy tattoo idea, and I'll tell you how great it is and how much of a discount I'd give you if you booked me for it.

Not until after the parades end, though. I'm up to my ears in bad decision fleur-de-lis and Mardi Gras mask tattoos right now.



Yours would be free of charge, for excellent services rendered. Except the idea of you with a tattoo is weird, please don't get one.

Comments

[nola_cyclops]

It did not occur to me that you would care about Game of Thrones.

[nola_quicksilver]

Why else would I ask?

[nola_cyclops]

I don't know, for some other, less interesting, show!

[nola_quicksilver]

Have you met me?

[nola_cyclops]

I've met you for the first time at least three times.

[nola_quicksilver]

Anyway, I'm calling your mom.

[nola_cyclops]

Well, goodbye forever, I'm going to preemptively die of embarrassment.

[nola_quicksilver]

I'm going to rehearse a little first.

"Hi, Sam's mom? This is Oliver, his roommate. No, he's not dead, though he's threatening it. Can you please send me some adorable childhood photos of him?"

(How am I doing so far?)

[nola_cyclops]

Disturbingly well.

[nola_quicksilver]

(Great, thanks.)

"I'd prefer ones where his fighter jet temporary tattoo is visible, or if that's not available, anything from Halloweens and/or talent shows. Hmm, naked butt baby photos? Yeah, sure I'll take those too."

[nola_cyclops]

I'm changing my name and moving across the country.

[nola_quicksilver]

"I definitely don't want any bubble bath photos, though, because that'd be very inappropriate, and also I'm saving that for the next time Sam and I have sex. OH DID I NOT MENTION THAT?"

[nola_cyclops]

And you will not mention that.

[nola_quicksilver]

"Ma'am, you've raised an absolute giver. He rocked my world."

[nola_cyclops]

Oliver

[nola_quicksilver]

"I'd like to see him naked around the apartment more, though—do you have any tips on helping him break out of his shell?"

[nola_cyclops]

That really seems more your thing than mine.

[nola_quicksilver]

I mean, I'm willing to join you.

[nola_cyclops]

Only if you don't tell my mother.

[nola_quicksilver]

I'm not calling your mom to tell her how much I like getting up on her son, or for any other reason. But I do want to see one of those pics.

[nola_cyclops]

I can probably arrange one. I do have a Me As Maverick From Top Gun halloween photo on my phone. I was 12.

[nola_quicksilver]

Oh my God. Sam. Yes, I need to see that.

[nola_cyclops]

[a photo of a beaming dark-haired boy in his Top Gun costume. It is clearly the best day of his life. His teeth are crooked and his hair is floppy. He looks younger than 12]

[nola_quicksilver]

NO. Yes. SAM. Oh my God, my heart. This is too fucking cute, I AM DYING.

[nola_cyclops]

I haven't changed at all