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π•Ώπ–π–Š π•Ύπ–šπ–’π–’π–”π–“π–Žπ–“π–Œ (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She melted into the mattress, eyes glowing as she read the message over and over and over.
" ( Β΄ Π΄ ` ) Aw man"
"Okkkkkk I guess you win this time"
"That one clocked me pretty good I don't have anything to match it haha"
 
"I guesssss"
"F...Fuck~" She panted, "I-I'll take...everything from you...~ all of you...~ every last fiber...~ you're mine, Dirk...~ until death and even after...~"
 
β€œAw what, I thought you liked it haha, you don’t like reading me pledging my immortal soul to you?” Bless his clueless ass.
 
"S-Stop...~" She moaned, "I'm already taking so much from you...~"
"Actually I think I know how I would win at ilym"
 
"I love you so much that I want to give you kids anytime you want them"
"Even tonight if that's what you asked for"
 
β€œOh that’s hot”
β€œWell I love you so much that if you already had kids when we met I’d raise them as my own”
 
"It'll be happy crying dummy"
Why did he always feel like it was life or death when Orielle got worked up?
 
He never knew, but he brushed it off as best he could as he continued to send her sappy nonsense.
 
It just got worse the more he wooed her, to the point that he almost had palpitations, before it suddenly stopped.
"I'm not distracting you am I?"
 
β€œNo not at all baby, just taking a break at work.” Why the hell was he panicking like that?
 
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