Jul 13, 2008 11:21
"Stop. Looking. At. Me."
There is nothing, no answer, just silence.
"I mean it. Stop."
Again there is nothing, no answer, just silence.
"If you don't stop looking at me I'm going to rip your intestines out through your toes and feed them to you."
Again there is nothing, no -- "Oh ew, that's just disgusting."
"I told you to stop."
"You can't disembowel someone just for looking at you, that's hardly fair."
The agreement is dry. "Hardly."
"Violence is not the answer."
"It is if I beat you to death."
"With my intestines?!"
"... Oh that's a good one!"
"You are not going to beat me to death with my own intestines."
"Why not?"
"Do you want a list?" He's half laughing now.
"I'm sure it would be helpful."
"One, OW. Two, OW. Three, I don't think an intestine has the fortitude to be used as a baseball bat."
"What if I just choke you with it?"
"Can we go back to one and two?"
"Sure, but if I'm threatening murder I highly doubt the amount of pain I'm inflicting on you is going to stop my thirst for retribution. Probably just increase it. Like salt."
"Why are we even having this fight?"
"Because you were looking at me."
"You were asleep."
"I was not! I asked you three times to stop looking at me!"
"No... you told me once that if I looked at you you'd kill me."
"Why were you staring at me anyway?"
"'cause you were asleep and I want to have sex."
"... Why didn't you just say that, you idiot."
"Because you were asleep!"
[locked] to parker winchester,
[verse] underbadsigns,
[prompt] july,
[entry] narrative,
[community] couples_therapy