father left with0ut telling me where he was g0ing yesterday and that was unusual s0 i was just w0rried
hes 0kay th0ugh and back n0w
0nly a little scratched up
thank g0d
dad diid mentiion a biig job the other day. he wa2 totally fiine when he came back though, 2o ii diidn’t really thiink anythiing of iit.
ii’m glad he wa2 okay, though.
samuel <3
babe, that po2t wa2 really cute and all, but.
the grammatiical error2 2ort of kiill the charm for me.
ii love you regardle22, but
eugh
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tyler samuel and kenneth
when y0ur dads get h0me tell me 0kay and tell me h0w theyre d0ing
i kn0w i sh0uldnt w0rry but i still am
my dad?
he’2 okay ii gue22. he’2 been quiiet for a day or 2o, but he’2 fiine.
why?
awkwardtypist-deactivated201304 asked: uH, HEY MAN, SOMETIME NEXT WEEK WOULD BE GREAT, NEITHER OF US REALLY HAVE ANYTHING GOING ON,,, sO YEAH, CAN YOU COME OVER AND CHECK IT OUT? i ACTUALLY MANAGED TO DIG IT OUT OF OUR GARAGE PILE };D
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thii2 ii2 goiing two be a long day. but 2ure, ty. anythiing for you.
can you 2ee me eyerolliing, becau2e ii am. pretty damn hard.
bored a2 fuck.
lii2teniing two 2ome 2iick tune2 keep2 me 2ort of 2ane, though.
You open your mouth for him to put the thermometer in and glare at him a little for laughing. There’s no real venom in it though. You hold the device in your mouth and lean over to rest your head against him. He’s so sweet, what did you do to deserve him? The thermometer beeps and you check it. “100.2. Oh no…”
That glare was nothing. He doubted she even could glare properly. He looked down at the thermometer as well, giving a small frown. “Low fever, that sucks. I’ll stay until you’re sick of me, then.” He pushed the bowl of soup closer to her, pulling up a chair and sitting right next to his girlfriend. “So, eat until then. Okay?”
awkwardtypist-deactivated201304 asked: wELL YEAH, i GUESS SO, hE'S NOT REALLY A COMPUTER PERSON, uHH, WHAT'S A VIRUS AGAIN? wELL, i DON'T THINK IT'S BROKEN, BUT IT WAS KINDA UNDER A PILE OF JUNK FOR A FEW MONTHS...BUT TIME DOESN'T REALLY DO ANYTHING TO COMPUTERS DOES IT?
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ju2t. tell me when two come over and poiint me iin iit’2 diirectiion when ii’m there.
“Well so far you’re doing pretty well at it!” Ugh. Even the exclamation comes out tired. When he asks about your temperature, you sigh heavily and make a face. “No, I didn’t, I didn’t think I had a fever. There’s a thermometer in my bathroom though, if you think I should check,” you say and start to get up. Dammit. You really hate being sick.
“Good.” He did his best to give her a friendly smile and walked back into the kitchen as the microwave beeped. He grabbed the soup and moved it in front of her. “Don’t eat it just yet, I’m gonna go grab the thermometer.” He scrambled off to the bathroom, thankful that her father had some kind of crazy OCD. He found the thermometer no problem and walked back, giving a smirk. “Open wide, babe.” He poked her lip with the end of it, snickering a bit.
awkwardtypist-deactivated201304 asked: cOOL, sO A FEW WEEKS AGO, i CAME BACK FROM, uH, sCHOOL AND SAW MY DAD YELLING AT HIS, COMPUTER, hE WAS YELLING PRETTY LOUDLY, BUT KIND OF,,, MESSILY, SO ALL i REALLY UNDERSTOOD WAS SOMETHING ABOUT, BREAKFAST. i WENT OVER TO, LOOK AT WHAT WAS UP, AND THERE WERE ALL THESE ANGRY LOOKING RED BOXES, ALL OVER HIS SCREEN! tHEY KINDA DIDN'T GO AWAY FOR A MONTHS,,, WHICH KINDA PISSED HIM OFF, hE'S A GUY WITH CONNECTIONS AND ALL, SO i GUESS THE INTERNET WAS PRETTY IMPORTANT,
2o you’re telling me he had a viru2 that he diidn’t know how two get riid of.
ii2 the computer 2tiill iin tact, or diid he break iit?
uh 0h
You sigh, hug him back, and rest your head on his shoulder. You’re really tired, and he’s really comfortable. But eventually you step back and let him go to the kitchen, trailing behind. “Thank you so much,” you tell him. “You’re the best.” You sit down at the table to watch him, knees pulled up to your chest and toes scrunched over the edge of the chair. “How do you like being the caretaker for once?”
“Please, you do this all the time. I’m just following by example.” He popped open the soup lid and poured it into a bowl he managed to locate, sticking it in the microwave. He walked over to the table to plant a kiss on her forehead, pushing away the hair that covered her face. “It’s not too bad.” He placed the back of his hand on her now exposed forehead, giving a frown. “Hey, did you take your temperature? You feel a little warm.”
