TheFirefliesSaidSo

You shoved a spoonful of chocolate ice cream into your mouth happily, content watching daytime television from John’s chair with your feet pulled up and your tub of ice cream. That is until your boyfriend, Sherlock, emerged from his room and plucked it from your hands, causing you to immediately protest, “Sherlock, give it back!” “You’ve already eaten half the tub, love. It’s bad for you.” You let out a pathetic whine, “Johhnn.” Your brother didn’t even look up from his computer, “Give her back the ice cream, Sherlock.” “You know as well as I do that that much s

"Peeeet~" "What the hell, Owen?" You groan. He's drunk. Again. You see, Owen loves a good drink. And when that happens, you're somehow the only one available to take care of him. A list of others and their reasons: Claire: Operations Manager. She's too busy for her boyfriend. Raptors: Might eat him. So. Back to your predicament. "Do you know why I keep a knife on me?" You shake your head. "'Cause I keep my gun in somewhere else." Dear god. "I'm going to get something." You decide to escape for a while. "Aw, is the kitty thirsty?" Kitty? Sure. "Yes...?" "I'd give that pussy some milk~" No. He did not just say that. You try to ignore him