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[mathemagier]

[Screened calls go straight to voicemail, where an impatient recording answers]

You've reached Dr. Hermann Gottlieb. Leave your name, number, and business if you expect a return call. Thank you.

Comments

[driftsintobuffetline]

That's too long.

You know what? I'm going to find a pair of awesome leather pants, buy us some syrup and booze, and fuck you like the rockstars we are. The vows can wait. I'm feeling inspired and a guy has to live it up before he gets himself married.

[mathemagier]

Well I certainly don't have any arguments.

[And leather pants means they probably won't bother to peel Newton out of them either- delicious]

I'll make the necessary preparations while you're out.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Good. Don't have too much fun without me.

[mathemagier]

Don't take too long then.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Do you want these pants to fit or not?

You better not make shopping difficult. I swear to god, Hermann, trying to buy pants with a boner is a no go. I will sleep on the couch if you make me hard in the dressing room. Save that for the grocery shopping part of the trip.

[mathemagier]

Yes, all right, hands off while you try on new pants.

[Mental eye roll, yet still thoroughly amused. The Drift is a delight to tease through]

You'd best put them on once you've bought them if you're sanctioning my efforts while you're in the grocery store however.

[driftsintobuffetline]

You are awful. You better be ready to go when I get home because this rockstar is going to want his groupie and is not going to want to wait around.

[mathemagier]

[He's just so smugly satisfied rn]

I'll be ready for you. Now you'd best run along before I become terribly impatient.

[driftsintobuffetline]

....god, I should have been having trashy rockstar sex with you since forever....


Okay. I'm going, I'm going. I'll text when I've bought my pants.

[mathemagier]

Drive safe. I'll be waiting.

[driftsintobuffetline]

[Moved it here]