Day one of apologizing to Dior:
DIOR!
*kicks door*
I brought you flowers! And chocolates!
And I shall sing you a song.
If you'd just let me in instead of hiding behind it and don't think I can't hear you sniffling, this would be so much easier.
Ahem.
*strums guitar*
Oh Dior.
I don't actually have a song planned
I was hoping you would let me in
And we could shag wildly
Or something
I would have made you breakfast in bed
How many kleenexes have you gone through?
There are many boxes in the trash beside me
Oh Dior, I hope you don't have a weapon in there
I'm no good at dodging
*drops guitar*
Let me in? It's freezing out here and your roses are wilting.
*kicks door*
I brought you flowers! And chocolates!
And I shall sing you a song.
If you'd just let me in instead of hiding behind it and don't think I can't hear you sniffling, this would be so much easier.
Ahem.
*strums guitar*
Oh Dior.
I don't actually have a song planned
I was hoping you would let me in
And we could shag wildly
Or something
I would have made you breakfast in bed
How many kleenexes have you gone through?
There are many boxes in the trash beside me
Oh Dior, I hope you don't have a weapon in there
I'm no good at dodging
*drops guitar*
Let me in? It's freezing out here and your roses are wilting.