TT: Oh no.

TT: Not this one.

TT: You know we agreed not talking or even mentioning this event in any case.

EB: i know, i’m just…i’m still amazed by my secret skills.

EB: like, I didn’t know, i can speak german when i’m drunk.

TT: Is that my mother’s bathrobe? I don’t remember wearing that.

EB: as a matter of fact, rose, we are not really remembering about anything.

EB: that’s why we decided not to even try to refresh our memory.

EB: maybe our brain’s doing that for a good reason. intentionally dimming our cells

EB: because of the amount of embarrassing moments.

TT: The scribbles you left on the wall were talebearer vestiges though.

EB: yeah. sorry about that.

TT: Well, you’ve eventually repainted my room later.

TT: Also apologized for being a despicable human being.

TT: And my mother taken the missing alcoholic beverages to her heart much better than the wall

TT: It was technically my fault anyways

TT: I’m not even sure, how could I believed, that drinking these narcotic mixtures will be a good idea.

EB: uh, I think, we wanted to make our rendezvous a bit uhm, rollick?

EB: but it turned out to be “rick-rolled" instead.

EB: As in we’ve been rick-rolled.

EB: by the percentages.

EB: alcoholic percentages.

EB: a Frolicking Rickrolling.

EB: yeah.

EB: ~rolling around with the…

TT: Are you done?

EB: no.

EB: badumm-pssh!

EB: now I am.

TT: Great.

TT: …

TT: Snake’s cave?

EB: do you mean Snakes on a plane?

EB: that’s the right movie.

EB: a pretty terrible movie, actually.

TT: No, you scribbled that onto my stomach, see?

EB: oh yeah, I did.

EB: i really did.

EB: idk why, though.

TT: That’s kind of a suggestive title.

TT: Especially that you even included an arrow

TT: Towards a rather intimate point.

EB: hold your ponies!

EB: what are you suggesting?

TT: …

EB: NO! HOPY SHIT!

EB: I DID NOT!

EB: I COULD NEVER!

EB: ROSE!

EB: DON’T GIVE ME THAT LOOK!

EB: I DON’T EVEN HAVE AN IDEA HOW…

TT: John, relax.

TT: I’m just kidding.

TT: *wink*

EB: UGH! NO, DON’T EVEN LALONDEWINK AT ME!

TT: Actually, I remember now why you wrote that on me.

EB: you do?

TT: We were one a quest, and my body supposed to be “Your Mighty Sorcerer’s Handydandy Map”.

EB: oh…I see.

EB: wait, are you serious?

EB: or are you just messing with me again?

TT: …

EB: Rose?

TT: *wink*

EB: AURGHAUUGH!

– ectoBiologist left the room with deep embarrasment and despair. –



