Mary: *quickly and quietly walks to the door, opening it swiftly and sprints out*

Vincent: *smiles and takes a bite* You’re the weirdo.

What’s wrong? XD )) Vincent: *chuckles* You bet

OOF- )) Mary: *walks and sits on the couch, then glances at the door* ..Hm.. *looks forward* ‘Attempting to run. Possible punishment..Anger.’ *my head snaps up* — Vey: *smiles, eyes closed* ‘Smart.’

Vincent: *grabs the wine bottle and teleports to the table, watching her and smiling*

Mary: *storms out, slamming the door shut and down a hall*

Mary: *turns then stops* Also. *looks over my shoulder* Gotta love fake moans for tiny penises. *turns and walks off*

Vincent: *rolls my eyes and smiles* Oh whatever

Mary: *stands and snaps my head towards him* Trust me, pervert. I will be a fucking brat to you while I’m here. And there’s nothing you can do to change that.

Vincent: Yeah. I hate the stuff *chuckles* Back then. When I would come home with a bad grade, Lucey would make pasta with the sauce. And I had to eat all of it.

Mary: *growls and tenses then shoves him off, sitting up quickly*

Vincent: *walks to the pasta and looks at it* I left the sauce seperate cause I didn’t know if you liked it or not

Mary: *glances at him and narrows my eyes* What the hell did you do to my hips

Vincent: *smiles and makes two plates appear*

Mary: *looks away, mask appearing on me*

Vincent: *smiles and rubs her head* The foods gonna get cold. And I still have one surprise left

Mary: *my eye twitches and I spit at him*

Vincent: *kisses back and smiles*

Mary: *growls louder and squirms* I said get off!

Vincent: Uhm. Pasta *laughs and rubs my head* And some wine