Advice: I’m absolutely, positively enamored with someone who harbors a deeply strong resemblance to a koala bear who also happens to think I, myself, resemble a cockatoo. The question is this: Do I keep teasing them about it for the sake of my own amusement in the wake of their own tauntings, because fair is fair after all, or do I relent and cease my endless shenanigans despite their penchant for baiting me into it in the first place?

Ask my muse for romantic advice.

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“Kiss me, you loser.”  

“So I was thinking – it might be good for the twins to have a pet.” (okay it’s not TECHNICALLY a gift for koschei but it totally is too)

canspotatimeagent:

masterfulxrhythm:

canspotatimeagent:

sclfmastery:

Give my muse a gift.

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“Like what, given their scope for mischief? Let’s maybe keep it to a mammal.  No iguanas or tarantulas just yet.”  

“Okay, first of all, I’m not cleaning up cow shit. Doubly no for sloths, which are actually the most disgusting creatures ever to exist. But what about… a koala?”

Sweet pea.  You have to the count of five to leave the room before I THROW something at your HEAD.”  

Jack lets loose with an enormous laugh, a cackle that seems to come all the way from his toes. “Oh come, you don’t want to damage this masterpiece, do you?”

As they happen to be standing in the kitchen, Koschei lobs a rutabaga–don’t ask how they have a rutabaga–at Jack’s head.

“I think I’ll chance it!”