“You should’ve been told from day one how loved you are and I’m sorry if that wasn’t the case. But I… adore you.”
Hello? Hello, my darling. You alright? Actually? Because you're doing a strange, not really okay voice.
What's the matter? Tell me! Because I must know everything that involves you.
Come on. What's the matter? Oh, darling.
You had a horrible day. I do not like that for you and I'm very sorry. What are you doing? No, no going to the gym.
Go home and treat yourself. Because you work bloody hard and then you push yourself on that treadmill and then you go, Oh, I don't need to eat. And then you wonder why you're sad.
Go home and relax. Well, if you don't do it, I'll do it for you. Don't test me, lady.
Oh, do you know what? Actually, yes, do test me. I take that threat.
I will meet you at your place and I'm going to make you bloody lay down. You will rest your body and nourish your heart. Yes, you will.
I love you very much. I'll see you soon. Would you like some snacks? That is the only correct answer.
I'll see you very soon. Love you. Hello.
I am here with bounty for the lovely lady who needs to relax. Come embrace your lady love. You smell lovely even after a hard day.
What witchcraft is this? Hmm. Beautiful lady.
What spells have you been weaving? She's so lovely. She's so lovely.
She's so lovely. That's you. You are the loveliest lovely of lovely land.
And you are going to gosh darn lay down and relax. Because I say so and sometimes I'm in charge. Not all the time, but sometimes.
And when I am, we take advantage and we listen and we lay down. Give me the snacks. I will do the heavy lifting because I am slightly more masculine than you.
Shush, shush, shush, shush. I am in some way. Shush, shush, shush, shush.
Stop it. You are gorgeous and lovely and you masculine or feminine? Feminine? What's feminine? Feminine.
You are just you and you're lovely. Now go. To the boudoir.
I do need to do this because you won't do it for yourself. And I don't know why because FYI, you're worth it. Maybe it's Maybelline or maybe she has self esteem.
You little sponge. Because you're squishy, wonderful and you soak up all the emotions around you. That's not a criticism.
I'm just saying that's why you get tied out because you take on too much and then you go, I'm pathetic. It's like no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You are taking on everything and then going, why can't I handle it? Because nobody can handle all that.
Okay? You are strong and you are clever and you are wonderful and you are beautiful. Do I need to go on? Oh, but I can go on.
I just love you so, so much. Because you're so cute and kind and beautiful. You are a good egg and I will fight anybody who disagrees.
But nobody would because nobody is that stupid. You can have as many snugs as you want. You are my special baby princess, amazing, wonderful squidge.
And I adore you and you smell so good. And I will sniff you because I'm creepy and needy and I'm sorry. I'm not that sorry.
My little squidge. Was that a rhetorical question? Would I like to have a shower with you? Yes, please.
Get in there, you cute squidge. Let's see if we can make you smell better than you already do. I like a challenge.
Oh, bless you and your big enough shower for two. One of the many things I like about you. Oh, water.
And soap and suds and you and kisses. It really just doesn't get any better. Be careful, it's slippery.
I will worry like an old woman. Do you know how many accidents happen in the shower? Oh, forgive me for worrying about your head.
Oh no, what a naggy, naggy old woman I am. Not one so you'd slip and crack your head open. What a nightmare I am.
Shut your face and wash your hair and be careful. You're a little cute. You want to wash my hair? Can you reach? It was a genuine question.
Because I am an Amazonian and you are a Versically challenged? Stop it. I like vertically challenged people.
Because it means I can wash their hair. Yes, silly. Get right to the back of the scalp.
And behind the ears. You can't miss behind the ears. Everyone knows that's the best scratching place.
Hmm. Love you. But I feel like I have to say it.
Because it's what I feel. Oh no, that's so funny. It's like I feel things and then I voice them.
Who would have thought it's like I communicate? What a complex and sophisticated being I am. How do you keep up? Stop swatting me.
Rude. And after I scratch and sud and soap you. This is the abuse I get.
I'll take it. I am slightly ever so slightly masochistic. Don't get soap in your eye.
Come here. I'll wash it all away. And now let's turn you around.
And let's do your shoulders. And your back. And in between your ribs.
I'll get in between them. I'll just go really, really deep. You want to be clean, don't you? Oh, I want you to be squeaky clean.
I understand. So I have permission to roll up more vigorously. Hmm.
Oh, I have nothing but positive feelings about you in general. Mm hmm. I would say it'll be my downfall, but since you're a decent human being, I, uh, I think it'll just add to my overall happiness, which, you know, is, uh, that's a win for me.
Mm hmm. Come on, let's rinse you down. Well, if you are not currently the cleanest slash cutest lesbian ever, I really did try my best.
Come, come be my little cat. Because you are the cutest, wutest, smushiest, cushiest. Just come here.
I couldn't think of any more words. You just are you, and you're just in your freaking cute pajamas, and I just want to squash you. But then I don't want to break you.
You bring out cute rage, and it's complicated. It's like you're so cute, but then it's like, ah, be careful, she's small. You are the littlest, littlest, cutest wutest.
Just trust me, okay? The feelings behind these words are much better than the words. Because you're so heckin' pretty on the outside, on the inside, and that's rare.
You're just so gorgeous and moorish, and I'm a smush. Uh, absolutely not. You're having a long, hard day.
You are being a little spook. Come here. On your side, please.
Hand on the hip. Other hand over here, holding you close. Mm-hmm.
Clumsy bisexual or smooth operator? You decide. Oink.
I can't wee, I'm just rusty. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm. And you will have face kisses, and you will just shush. Or rather, don't shush.
Just relax and be happy. Because you deserve no less, and it really upsets me that you believe otherwise. You, because you're always like, oh no, I can't have takeout because you're not here, and it would be selfish to get it for myself.
Oh no, I can't buy that because, you know, we could put the money towards this. It's like, what? You are worth takeout.
You are worth the nice dress. You are worth the universe, all right? Because you don't believe me, and you say all this self-deprecating nonsense where you're like, oh, well, I'm not even all that.
I mean, it's like, yes, you are. Ooh, ooh, ooh. Rage, I love you.
I really, really love you, but you talk nonsense. You, with your whole, oh, it's true, isn't it? I'm really not all that.
Chupa chupa chupa. You speak the devil's tongue. You are my favorite person.