I've always been distantly aware that thinking with my dick is a surefire way to get me into some deep shit some day, but I'm pretty sure it might actually kill me today. I guess this is a #vaguepost. #nsfw. If none of you hear from me later, know that I died choking on some dude's dick. Which isn't a bad way to go, really.
A place, here? In your timeline? No. I would need to be spirited away back to my own timeline.
And how difficult is that going to be.
I'll try contacting Jinx.
Look, man. Do you want to go back to your timeline, Y/N.
Okay. And you're sure? 'Cause I don't want to misinterpret whatever the fuck you actually want, and then feel hella guilty for giving you the boot.
I do not wish to leave, but if you're already annoyed by me being here, I'll do so.
No, dude. I'm not annoyed. Yeah, I've got a stick lodged firmly up my ass, but it's not that far up there. I'm just trying to help. I was under the assumption you had people back in your timeline that you'd want to get back to.