0003 knowitalls found | recorded
[You know what's great about being the future Mrs. Jamie Madrox? You get to wear his shirts. Sure, he doesn't know about it, nor the little break-ins to his room, but hey, Layla Miller (the future Mrs. Jamie Madrox) is all happy reclining on Jamie's bed, in ratty jeans and one of his big t-shirts, bare-foot, with a little kiddie carton of chocolate milk in hand.
She's got her journal open to a new page, propped up against the wall Jamie's bed is against. As she moves her legs back and forth, she drinks, pauses, and talks.]
So I think we can all agree we don't want anything like what happened to ever happen again, right? I love adventure as much as the next girl...but that was a little too much.
[She sets her chocolate milk carton on the floor, folding the opening closed. She rolls over on the bed and shifts on her side, now hanging upside down off the side of the bed, toes against the wall. Cold.]
The walls in this castle are cold. I'm tempted to steal Jamie's socks, but I've already taken his t-shirts, and I don't think he'd be any less grumpy walking around without warm feet. No innuendo was meant in the making of that comment.
[Smirks.] I'm gonna make milkshakes later tonight, so if you want one, come by the kitchen at six, got it? And yes. They're better than yours.
She's got her journal open to a new page, propped up against the wall Jamie's bed is against. As she moves her legs back and forth, she drinks, pauses, and talks.]
So I think we can all agree we don't want anything like what happened to ever happen again, right? I love adventure as much as the next girl...but that was a little too much.
[She sets her chocolate milk carton on the floor, folding the opening closed. She rolls over on the bed and shifts on her side, now hanging upside down off the side of the bed, toes against the wall. Cold.]
The walls in this castle are cold. I'm tempted to steal Jamie's socks, but I've already taken his t-shirts, and I don't think he'd be any less grumpy walking around without warm feet. No innuendo was meant in the making of that comment.
[Smirks.] I'm gonna make milkshakes later tonight, so if you want one, come by the kitchen at six, got it? And yes. They're better than yours.