"Take any." He mumbled.
"Pepperoni?" he thought for a moment, shook his head, then dialed one of the pizza places numbers that he could remember.
"Yup." He hummed and stretched.
"What are you, a cat?" Jason muttered, turning as he suddenly raised his voice a bit to address the person on the other end of the phone. He placed an order for a pizza, gave Tim’s address, then hung up.
"I’m not a cat idiot." He muttered and turned his head to glare at Jason for that comment. He debated on whether to throw a book again or not.
"Are you sure? You keep yawning and stretching like one." Jason returned the glare at that, tucking his phone away.
You have to bring that up every time? Mols thought it was a good idea! How was I supposed to know you’d basically have an aneurism when you saw it?
Everything in the kitchen was pink. Everything. The only solution was to live under the floorboards.
I’m at least 80% sure that living under the floorboards was not the only solution.
Well… I didn’t want to shoot you guys, that’d defeat the purpose of trying to look after you.
You make a small piece of me die every time you say things like that.
What…? What did I say?
I didn’t believe it before but it’s true.You are the reason children have nightmares.
What…? I still don’t get it, Sticks.
The twins. Sooner or later, they will meet the twins. It’s not a world of spies anymore. Not even a world of heroes. This is the age of miracles. There’s nothing more horrifying than a miracle.
Mark is the sweetest man in the world and nothing will ever convince me other wise
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