I want sex. And then cuddling. And then sleep. And then pancakes.
a very real world reaction to the superhero concept
Dinnertime. And then I’m likely going to sign off for the night. The last of the asks tomorrow. Also, I promised a couple of starters.
"Of course, Dani." A warm smile settled on his cheeks as he spoke, head inclining politely. Dipping his own candle, flame met wick, setting his student’s alight. "Not to worry, my dear," he assured with a nod. "The Professor McCoy is fixing the backup generator as we speak. We’ll have power soon."
Slender fingers tightened their hold on his
third glass of scotch. Oh, how he’d been hoping to avoid such an interaction. It wasn’t that he had anything against clubs, they just weren’t his usual haunt. Damn Raven for dragging him here. He offered he blonde a kind smile, sheepishness pinking his cheeks. “I’d love to. Truly, I would, but you see…I don’t dance.” Or couldn’t dance, as it were, but why did she need to know that? “Thanks for the offer.”