Don’t flatter yourself, I’m like this ninety-nine percent of the time no matter what.
Oh I wasn’t taking the credit, don’t sweat it, buddy. I assume this place has a lot of people’s undies permanently twisted, or soiled or whatever.
Or you could come to my room for about ten seconds and beg for a space heater
But is ten seconds of begging and damaged pride really worth not sweating my balls off? That’s the real question.
Might want to do that when you’re alone. Unless your prime reason really is to seek attention.
Is that so? I wasn’t referring to all of them, don’t get your panties in a knot, dude.
Fuck this fucking heat, I’m ready to peel my own skin off just to cool down. Or clothes; clothes first though.
Usually I’d have girls completely falling for me but I knew you were different from the start. I’m not so sure it’s the nice kind of different either. You just are. Not so sure you’ll surpass me so still - fucking chill. Not so much fun as making me want to runaway from you but sure. You find a way to do that, go ahead.
I feel ya’, I think I confuse a lot of people in that sense; it’s like “do I want to pet your head or cut it off altogether?” You’re telling me to chill a lot, are you sure you’re not the one who needs to pipe down a little? Maybe you need a nap to get that game of yours back on track, kitten. I’ll torment you some more when you’re well rested.
Appearances might suggest that Dodger could take care of herself; crouched in the hallway with a stolen pendant in her mouth, the chain hanging limply, taken from some good to do nurse who failed to part with her crucifix before work, she was already reverting to old tricks. Saying that, Dodger usually had someone above her, all this attitude and thievery needed to be kept in check and without someone to check her chain every now and then, she knew not where the line was. A silver pen was held in her hand, “To Daddy” inscribed on the side and Dodger was filling in the gaps of permanent ink on her forearm with intricate little patterns of ball point pen.
I’m getting tired of your shit, Dodger. I have this odd urge to slowly walk away from you since you’re making me feel like a dumb ass but, hey, I’ll give you a second chance. I’m now going to do a half ass job at mentoring you but you can’t do anything about it. I’m not sure why - just because.
Are you getting your undies all knotted because this isn’t how it usually plays out? Are you worried I’ll surpass you? Chill, chill; I’m probably as impressed as every other bitch in heat but making you believe otherwise is half the fun, eh? You need to be kept on your toes somehow.
Although your compliment is totally appreciated, just calm the fuck down first and I’ll tell you. No, I won’t actually tell you. This place is big. Pretty sure you could hide away from me seeing as you’re just as tiny. Just stick with me, kid. I’ll show you the ropes.
We’re talking figurative ropes, yeah? Otherwise I might have to rethink this friendship thing or at least establish a safeword. Totally fucking kidding, shit. It’s sort of sweet seeing you get all cocky over thinking you’re some kind of mentor so I’m gonna roll with it. Getting laid 101. We’ll have to schedule class, man.
Oh, it takes much shorter than a month, trust me. It’s nicer here than home, so I could understand that. Why are you here?
I’m dying to give you some outlandish and violent story but I got shifted here because the pen couldn’t cope with my mad thieving skills. Pretty much it, harmless really - silly. What landed you in here?
Track: Take Me To Church
Album: Take Me To Church E.P.