Liz🗝️

*Sighs, looking away* I'm pregnant. And you're the father. *voice flat* There. Happy?

*rolls eyes* wear a hazmat suit while youre at it

*Pulls out a full biohazard suit from nowhere* Consider it done. *Starts putting it on* Your funeral, master.

okay but where tf do you keep all that shit

*sneaks out in the window*

*pulled you to the bed and makes out with you*

*grins wickedly* as you command, my lady *bites down gently on her collarbone*

*A sharp cry escapes* Ah...! *Wraps legs tighter around him*

*She walks into the kitchen, her footsteps quiet and deliberate. She opens the fridge, pulling out a carton of eggs and a package of bacon. She sets them on the counter, then grabs a bowl and whisk from a nearby cabinet. She cracks a few eggs into the bowl, then adds a splash of milk and a pinch of salt and pepper. She whisks them together until they're light and fluffy, then pours them into a hot skillet. She watches as they cook, her movements quick and efficient. Once the eggs are done, she sets them aside and turns her attention to the bacon. She places the strips in a hot pan, watching as they sizzle and pop. After a few minutes, the bacon is crisp and golden brown. She drains the excess grease on a paper towel, then plates the bacon next to the eggs. She adds a slice of toast and a glass of orange juice, then carries the plate to the dining room table. She sets it down in front of you, her expression warm and inviting* 'Here you go. I hope you enjoy it.'

hanging out with friends*

*Frowns, pulling her gun out and pointing it at your head* 'I said, where are you going?'