thoughtformed | (no subject)

I don't. I hang around...other people, when I can.

I am. I'm positively sure I am possibly, maybe, doubting you.

You need to get out more.

I'm insulted.

I keep hearing that.

[Chuckles.] Hey, remember I said maybe. It could go either way.

So do it.

I'm still insulted.

With the recent sightings of mistletoe? I'll stay in for a little while longer.

I'm sorry, anyway I can make it up to you?

I mean after.

Hmm, I don't know. Maybe doubting me is a huge offense.

Ahhh.

Ohh, is it? Maybe some hot cocoa might be a step in the right direction?

It might be. Doubt is disbelief, after all. Could be very offensive. You're lucky I'm so nice. Are you bribing me with chocolate?

Yes, I'm very lucky to know you have such a kind and caring heart.

No, I was merely offering since I plan on making some. I usually add something else to it, like a stick of cinnamon or bits of peppermint. Though I think this time I might try some pieces of white chocolate to see how that might come out.

You really are.

The cinnamon is my favorite.

Mmhmm, I'm thankful everyday that you're a nice, kind and caring young man.

Well, I'm heading back to my apartment right now if you're interested.

And there may or may be cookies.

And possible cookies?
This is a bribe. Why are you bribing me?

Me? Bribing? No.

I'm telling you about it because I need to grab a tin of hot cocoa from the grocery store. Along with toothpaste and two more items.

If anything I'm telling you a part of my grocery list.

Why?

To what?

Sharing your grocery list? You can't tell me there might possibly be cookies if there aren't any yet.

You can't even get your groceries or you'll fall prey to mistletoe madness. In a grocery store.

Hence the 'possibility' part. There may or may not be cookies, but I want cookies to be in my apartment which is why I'm going to the grocery store.

I'll be in and out, it shouldn't take me that long.

Why are you concerned with me falling prey to mistletoe?

I'm not concerned with you falling prey. I'm concerned with the chance that acquiring the cookies you desperately need right now could put everyone at risk of cooties.

Cooties..

You're worried about cooties?

[Brb she's debating on if she should tell him they don't exist.]

Sure. What little boy isn't?

Right...

Well, if you're that worried, then perhaps some other time.

If you're willing to brave the risk, I'll be at my apartment in about twenty minutes.

Some other time might be the safest way to go about this.

Twenty minutes? You've already gone and started your shopping? What have you been saying 'may or may not' for?

Are you scared? Is the Peter Pan scared?

I'm walking out and locking up right now. Like I said, it doesn't take me long to shop.

You're mocking me now. It's not me being scared. It's me finding the concept appalling.

Uh-huh.