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— Not even a greeting from Tits?
That is disgusting, Laurel. Sweet Jesus, no one wants to see that. [/laughs] Oh, it can’t be that bad! Babies are bundles of joy, right, that’s what they call’em? Better get used to it, mommy! Err— yeah. I try to steer away from those type of situations…
(Source: orionedenthaw) — Not even a greeting from Tits?
Then not so good if they don’t. [/chuckles] Try making the actual Games and not being liked by anyone outside these walls. Good thing half of them don’t have the right mind to figure I’m a Gamemaker. I see, sounds like someone my parents would know.
(Source: orionedenthaw)
Anonymous asked : What do you look for in a girl?
No preference. — Not even a greeting from Tits?
Nope, absolutely not. Especially when I’m not around. Oh yeah, that’s right. Because you’re pregnant with my future nephew or niece or maybe both if I get lucky. [/laughs] That’s good. Titus couldn’t keep you hidden from them forever.
(Source: orionedenthaw) — Not even a greeting from Tits?
Oh. You like being an escort? Famous for my work— it’s all bad fame if it isn’t in the Capitol, though. [/laughs with a shrug] But I do a decent enough job, yeah. Hm? What’s your father do?
(Source: orionedenthaw)
Anonymous asked : What were you like as a child?
I get momma’s boy a lot. Spoiled; no reason to deny that one since it’s the damn truth. Pretty much the same way I am now except I’m thirty-two years old and I’m not a virgin anymore.
— Not even a greeting from Tits?
Gross. None of that at the dinner table when I come over please, thanks. I will be gladly taking up that offer whenever I please. At least one half of that relationship is kind enough to invite me to dinner. Did you meet mum and dad yet?
(Source: orionedenthaw) |
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