TT: Oh no.
TT: Not this one.
TT: You know, we mutually agreed not talking or even mention this event in any case.
EB: i know, i’m just…im 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 even give a try to refresh our memory.
EB: maybe our brain’s doing that for good reason. intentionally fogging 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 being a despicable human being.
TT: And my mother taken the missing alcoholic beverages to her heart much better.
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 kind of a bit “rick-rolled” instead.
EB: In a much suitable context, 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 do.
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: To a rather intimate place.
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 ANY 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 did you write 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. —