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From: meandmyuke |
Date: April 16th, 2011 07:35 pm (UTC) |
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Apple/Frankie
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"Me too, I've got another two years though. Fucking A man," he grinned.
He laughed and ran a hand through his already mussed up hair. "Yeah, it will be pretty intense when she does have enough though," he smirked and took another sip on his flask. Though he imagined it would be quite the scene, he just couldn't wrap his head around the idea of Tatum fighting with anyone. "You ladies good now though?" he asked a little concerned.
His eyes went a little wide when she brought up Mardi Gras and he almost spit a little of his drink out. "Oh yeah," he laughed. "She's got some nice lady pillows," he smirked. "I suppose you should... you know... challenge me or something," he laughed. "I just didn't want her to feel left out," he said taking another sip from his flask. "Did you want to punch me for that or something?" he asked with a big smirk.
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From: meandmyuke |
Date: April 16th, 2011 07:57 pm (UTC) |
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Apple/Frankie
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"Good, you guys are too cute to be fighting," he said brightly. "Ah, the ups and downs of lesbians," he sighed putting his hand over his chest.
Apple couldn't help but laugh at that. "It's true. Our whirlwind romance would work! Alas! Curse you cruel world for making me a dude," he joked. "Ah well," he grinned.
"I try to be honorable," he said, giggling a little at being poked in the ribs. "She's like... one of my best friends, kinda like a bro with boobs," he giggled. "I couldn't stand to see her lookin so bummed out."
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From: meandmyuke |
Date: April 17th, 2011 05:48 pm (UTC) |
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Apple/Frankie
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Apple laughed and put his hands up in mock defeat. "Alright, alright, you're pretty fierce too," he grinned. "The cutesness makes it less expected though."
Apple smiled and nodded. "Good. Well... yeah there were a lot of shots," he shrugged. "And a lot of weed," he admitted. "But they we're sulky shots, they were happy shots," he beamed at Frankie.
He had to think. Did he ever fight with Janis? "Nah," he shook his head. "We don't fight but to be honest I think that's like... an anomaly. I don't fight and she doesn't fight," he shrugged again. "But there's this couple, the guy lives across the hall from me, total brawlers over the littlest things," he said. "The girl pounded on the guys door last week for three hours screaming about how he wouldn't raise his wand against her at dueling club," he shook his head.
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