No. Freaking. Way.
We sound like divorced parents. Deal, hopefully the thing won’t care too much tomorrow.
Well, you know… Divorced parents got a good system of handling things.
Okay. So I’ll see you soon, right?
(Source: elliot-dalton)
No. Freaking. Way.
Alright, I guess I’ll bring Xander over soon. Haha you should. We should discuss the most important thing: Sleep, I refuse to keep that thing all night, I need my sleep.
Oh, yeah… Sleep. Right. That’s essential.
I guess it could be an every other night kinda deal. I can handle it tonight since you’re bringing it over to my house already. You can have it tomorrow.
(Source: elliot-dalton)
No. Freaking. Way.
Umm I guess I can come over to your place or you come to mine and we’ll Google it. And I’ll take even Periods and you can take odd, I’m not carrying a doll everywhere!
Eh, I guess my place’ll be cool, and I can cover any hopefully imaginary supplies we might need; gotta pitch in somewhere… And deal.
(Source: elliot-dalton)
No. Freaking. Way.
Really…I guess we can name Xander.
Sounds all good to me…
So where do we start? And who’s carrying this guy around all day?
(Source: elliot-dalton)
No. Freaking. Way.
I really don’t want to do this. It absolutely does. What are we going to call the damn thing.
Hey. Last time I named something, it nicknamed to “Georgie”. Your pick.
(Source: elliot-dalton)
Stef’s not the only one who can grow some facial hair.
"Radio song" by Superbus
Radio Song - Superbus
This is my French jam, hahaha. The song kinda has a bad meaning, but that’s cool. I don’t care.
Anonymous sent: Do you believe in the "killer"?
S: I think it’s a definite possibility.
E: Well, isn’t that straightforward… I dunno. Yes and no.
S: We’re not all up to any good, Elliot.
E: I know we’re not all saints, Stef, but we’re not all liars, cheaters, and sinners either. There’s always good to be found.
S: You are always quite the optimist.
E: I try to be.
S: I still would not be surprised about there being a killer amongst us. It is about time a villain reveals themselves…
Anonymous sent: Why Warblers? Can Stefan sing?
S: No. No, I cannot.
E: Yeh-yuh, he can. He’s just a freaking chicken!
S: No… The best you will ever get out of me is a hum.
E: Brawk-brawk.
S: Stop that.
E: Brraaaawwk.
