It's not my fault the Ice Queen likes it cold. Sorry, but island genetics say we keep the heat on all year round.
[It might just be chocolate, but damn it, it's gifted chocolate! That gives it more meaning than some random bag of miniature candy bars from the corner drugstore.
Lance grimaces, looking like he's about to cry, pitching his voice up in a octave that sounds suspiciously like the same one he uses when he pretends to be Pidge herself.]
You think that matters that the shoes are still in tact? What about how long it took me to find the perfect wrapping paper, the perfect box, and how long it took me to carefully wrap it?! You never appreciate anything I do!
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[It might just be chocolate, but damn it, it's gifted chocolate! That gives it more meaning than some random bag of miniature candy bars from the corner drugstore.
Lance grimaces, looking like he's about to cry, pitching his voice up in a octave that sounds suspiciously like the same one he uses when he pretends to be Pidge herself.]
You think that matters that the shoes are still in tact? What about how long it took me to find the perfect wrapping paper, the perfect box, and how long it took me to carefully wrap it?! You never appreciate anything I do!