text to elementof_risk while Baileigh and Claire are out shopping

[deep_red_bells]

OMG. No more sex at Adams ever. Have spent all day apologizing and buying Claire things to make up for the trauma inflicted.

Comments

[elementof-risk.livejournal.com]

She was traumatized? How is sex traumatizing?

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

She is a teenager. Everything is traumatizing. And that was her couch too. And we were loud.

[elementof-risk.livejournal.com]

I'm sure Adam and Peter have made use of every surface in the house at some point or another..

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for that. Not the point though. We don't live there.

[elementof-risk.livejournal.com]

Right. Ought I apologize?

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Yes. No. IDK.

[elementof-risk.livejournal.com]

...Did you just use "idk" at me?

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Hush.

Where are we eating tonight? Craving Italian.

[elementof-risk.livejournal.com]

Little Italy seems our best bet, then.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

That okay with you?

[elementof-risk.livejournal.com]

Absolutely.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

<3! Be back as soon as the boxes and the bags and the Claire are dropped off at Adams! XOXO

[elementof-risk.livejournal.com]

*g* I'll be here waiting. <3