Reflexively, Hank reached over and smacked her one the way she always did, finding some comfort in the familiar squabble.
"Fuck Pippi." she groused. "No, wait...forget it. I own yer ass."
She paused, rolling on her side and propping her head in her hand with a glower. "And that's the fuckin' point: we're dating. We're so dating it ain't even funny. And we didn't start dating 'till after we had sex. How bass-ackwards, inside out is that shit?! And don't even get me fucking started on what the fuck I am, 'cause I figured I could at least figure the fuck out that I was bisexual before I started picking china patterns with my sweetheart and shit..."
Trailing off, she sighed and groaned dramatically, reaching out blindly for a pillow to press into her face.
"I have issues. Just...kill me now." she grunted, her final words muffled as she finally located a pillow to bury her head beneath.
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"Fuck Pippi." she groused. "No, wait...forget it. I own yer ass."
She paused, rolling on her side and propping her head in her hand with a glower. "And that's the fuckin' point: we're dating. We're so dating it ain't even funny. And we didn't start dating 'till after we had sex. How bass-ackwards, inside out is that shit?! And don't even get me fucking started on what the fuck I am, 'cause I figured I could at least figure the fuck out that I was bisexual before I started picking china patterns with my sweetheart and shit..."
Trailing off, she sighed and groaned dramatically, reaching out blindly for a pillow to press into her face.
"I have issues. Just...kill me now." she grunted, her final words muffled as she finally located a pillow to bury her head beneath.