Hi guise. My internet is down, so all I’ve got for the time being is my phone. I don’t know when it will be back, hopefully soon. :(
Javier leaned back in the passenger seat and kept his eyes closed, this last trip took a lot out of him.
Yeah, she does.
Thanks, Elena. I should…probably get her to bed. Say goodnight, Beth.
…Good night, Beth.
And you too, Fabray. Whatever.
Not that bad, now is it?
Riiiight. I don’t need to remind you like, ten seconds ago you were running away? Well…she seems to actually like you. Weird.
…Here, you can… like, have her back now. And shit.
I’d make the comment that’s burning on my tongue right now, but my dad always told me not to lay down with the dogs.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Elena, you’re not going to drop her! Here, here.
See? Not that bad. Who would have thought, the great Elena Lopez, terrified of a harmless child.
Baby. In my arms.
…I’m not fucking scared. Look at this shit. I’m a fucking pro.
How lovely of you to butt in.
Can’t you play nice for two seconds?
Play nice isn’t in my vocabulary.
Legend has it that my red-card count was up there with my scoring average per game.
Elena, if you don’t give her a hug, she might start crying. And I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop her. C’mon. Just one hug. Here, just hold her.
No way! I’ll like, fucking drop it or something! Stay aw—-
Thank you. I really am glad to be back. Finally.
And I probably don’t have to tell you this, but just…ignore Elena. She’s just worried. Deep, deep, deep down inside.
Worried? Now that’s fucking laughable.
A hug, Elena. You do know what a hug is, right? And I’m not taking her away, she wants to say thank you. Just take her, she’s not going to hurt you.
Of course I know what a fucking hug is! Doesn’t mean I fucking want one, especially not from a drooling shit-factory.
…Wait, what are you doing? Back the fuck off, dude. I said no.