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[needsnobottle]

So after that...mess...at Valentine's day, and those "treats" at Halloween, is anyone else developing a serious complex about food around here?

Like, never mind where it comes from in the first place

(but seriously, where does it come from)

But the fact that the last bit of candy I ate made me develop some pretty damn powerful feelings about my t-shirt...

Yeah.

I've got some trust issues.

Comments

[voice]

[needsnobottle]

You hinted at it.

[She mumbles.] And walked in on it.

[voice]

[dominateartimus]

A little bit. Better me than someone else.

[voice]

[needsnobottle]

True.

Not like it's the first time.

[voice]

[dominateartimus]

Probably won't be the last either.

[voice]

[needsnobottle]

Proooooooooobably not.

[Her tone switches to some mix of annoyed and teasing. And he knows her well enough to know the annoyance is feigned.]

Voyeur.

[voice]

[dominateartimus]

It's not like I do it all the time.

[voice]

[needsnobottle]

Not like there's much to walk in on anyway.

[Tammy's accepted that she's doomed to being single forever, but that doesn't mean she's not depressed about it.]

[voice]

[dominateartimus]

That's true. At least you're enjoying your Valentine gift?