𝔻eathstroke

You have no idea who I am. 𝙊𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

MA'AM?? DON'T MA'AM ME .

"Well..." Floyd seemed about ready to bathe in his suffering, but perhaps he'd be allowed a break just this once. "You definitely lost your edge... mainly because every part of you is dull... sorry.. how did this—?"

Mm , I'm older than most elders —

Floyd proceeds to pick him up by his tiny collar. "Let's find out what did this to you first." Comfortably, he'd open a small compartment in his belt, tucking Plushstroke inside. "Don't think you're kicking any ass like this."

This is the first time you ever looked remotely cute.

“ I have no idea what you're talking about, I don't have any idea what those are ... ”

ᅠ must have been blind , can't belive we have a daughter . ᅠ

ᅠ “ ... DON'T RUIN THE SHOW FOR ME . I WANTED TO WATCH IT ” ᅠ

ᅠ Oh wow , I knew you with more manners . Can't belive I slept with you

HAHAHAHH—.

“ now act like the old man pushing 60 that you are ”

No, he can't laugh. A hand over his mouth. He tries to hold it. "Oh my...." he can't help himself. Cackling bleeds between his fingers. He's shaking his head in complete disbelief at the situation. Slade was tickling him more than anything. "I'll admit it... you're adorable."

“ no clue now gimme your phone , you're banned old man ”

"Why do you only meet me to my ankle?"

“ dad give me your fuckin' phone now ”

hey , don't put me in the same age group , please and thank you