Vincent: *frowns* baaaabe..! — Puppeteer: *chuckles and kisses him*

X: *looks at him* What now?

Vincent: *closes my eyes, yawning a little* ‘When did I ever get tired..’ — Puppeteer: Oh shush *pokes his arm*

X: *glances around, relaxing a little*

Vincent: *blinks and chuckles* Rude.. *rolls to my side, hugging the pillow* — Puppeteer: *claps happily and smiles* Yay!

X: *smiles and opens my eyes a little*

Vincent: *lays back on the couch and stretches* — Puppeteer: *smiles and walks up* Ohhh. Don’t be maaad. Pleaaaaase?

X: *grips his shirt gently and leans my head on him, eyes closed*

Vincent: *nods and walks off* Ok. Just wondering — Puppeteer: *hops down, floating down peacefully*

X: Hm.. *looks down, then back up* Can we go home..? I feel sick.. *glances around at the bodies*

Hops* )) Vincent; *looks at her* Would you adopt a kid? — Puppeteer: Oh come on!

X: But what’s the mark? *looks at him*

Vincent: *kisses her cheek and hope down* Hey Zy. I have a question — Puppeteer: *smiles* Yoo-hoo!

X: What’s that supposed to mean.. *leans back, gripping my shirt a little*

Vincent: 1) I do what I want and technically I payed for that bread. 2) *grips her chin and kisses her forcefully* Love you more. — Puppeteer: *chuckles*

X: *looks at him* What did Trust put on my stomach..?

Vincent: *smiles and kisses her head* — Puppeteer: *quickly teleports onto one of the branches*

X: *pulls back, head on his* I’m sorry.. I really am..

Vincent: *hugs her waist, biting some of the bread* — Puppeteer: *giggles quietly and covers my mouth*

X: *pulls back and grabs his head, kissing him instantly*