I Hope You Had The Time Of Your Life || Self Para || Caela

Caela hated endings. She’d been the cause of many in her time, but this one was quickly becoming her least favorite.

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General mood of the day:

I need to m-make a delivery.

firestarting-gibbs:

Oh, g-good, good. I was worried, b-but there’s a gift for you at y-your door step. Well, gifts, since there’s a bouquet and some food. 

Never worry. Really? Bouquet and food, you know the perfect way to my heart. There should be something at your place, probably tomorrow. I didn’t know where to send it, and I was shooting people with fake arrows— But there should be something, as a belated Valentine gift.

I need to m-make a delivery.

firestarting-gibbs:

Uh.. y-yeah, Happy Valentines Day, Caela! 

I hope I wasn’t too.. forward. 

Happy Valentine’s Day, Firestarter. 

No, no, not at all. You’re good, it was good. Not forward. Nope. 

I need to m-make a delivery.

firestarting-gibbs:

Well, it’s f-for you, actually. 

Me? Well… That’s kinda new. 

So is that. Huh. 

I need to m-make a delivery.

firestarting-gibbs:

Hm. I guess my n-next stop is Dalgaard. 

Is it for Damien or another person or… no?

Valentine’s Day was great.

I shot people. 

They’re like is this for your alcoholic mom? And I’m like no, it’s for the alcoholic me.

I went out in the world today.

adam-fuller:

But always wanted.

There we go. Now you got it! You’ve got it all planned out, now.

… Maybe just a lil bit. 

Totally. Plan is in place if it was my grandma. I’m going to pray it wasn’t.

I went out in the world today.

adam-fuller:

Oh shush. You love me.

See, you had it out of order. I wouldn’t visit you, then. Better her than me! 

You’re like the little brother I never got from Santa. 

Well, that’s just rude. Fine, I’ll punch someone and then hide. In that hypothetical scenario.