Zam: so cute

Zammy: your room

Zammy: fine (mumbles to self) firstgunsnowthiswhatsnextheat.... you can yay awake

Zammy: (picks creeper) cmon

Hmm ok

Zammy: gun fine I’m drunk your not but you still have to go to bed

Zam: what would I look like in a maid costume

Zammy: you have got to be kidding me well don’t try to shoot yourself k

Zammy: creeper you a drunk

Zam: my master and I will always be your blueberry right

Zammy: (I have to say creeper looks really cure when he’s drunk)

Zammy: why can’t you

Zammy: ok sweet pie I gonna need you to give. Me ALL your guns ok

Kk

Zammy: idk somewhere away from these guns k

Zam: hmmmm what ever. I could just call you master. (Purrs)

Pshhh you really have to get rid of that smile

Zammy: nu creeper go to bed (picks him up)

Zammy: hmmm did. I say something hm probably not (grabs creepers hand) lets go.

Super yayyyy