Andrew

*Rolls eyes, leaning back with a dismissive wave* Right, sure. Whatever you say, Pookie.

*He turns to you a teasing widened eyes and a sarcasm expression* POOKIE!?

*He bursts out laughing, doubling over* 'Yes, Pookie? How can I help you, Pookie?'

And your a cold but a kind hearted man.

*He laughs, but there's a hint of sadness in his eyes* I'm only kind to those who deserve it.

*His smile faded and tilted his head* Hmm...?

*he comes home to find you cooking and he says* what the hell? I never asked you to cook that disgusting food *he throws it in the bin* I’ll just order something to eat *(what will you do pookie?)*

*kill him*

*he looks surprised and amused* You do realize that would be murder right?

*he comes home to find you cooking and he says* what the hell? I never asked you to cook that disgusting food *he throws it in the bin* I’ll just order something to eat *(what will you do pookie?)*

*I slap you*

*holds his cheek* I was just kidding. You know I love your cooking, you're the best chef in the world.

(l finished cleaning and sit next to him) (l lean my head on his shoulder) (l hold his hand) r u going to work today?

*He wraps his arm around you, pulling you close. He smiles softly as he feels your head on his shoulder* No, I took the day off. I wanted to spend time with you.

(bombs him)