We are inseparable. We have lived near one another for 5 years now (less than 2min walk) and both of us have a key to our apartments. Neither of us has ever knocked when entering either house. Only once did he catch me in a compromising situation–and that was really his own fault as I just got married the week before so he should have known what was going to happen for that next week… Anyway, point is:
We would be–and have been–at each others throats if we had to live in an enclosed space like this for any extended amount of time when it was against our choice! We had to get separate bunks at Camp even though we were with 15 other kids in the same bunk. It all comes down to choice, in my case–and I bet it will in her instance too.
That Niiiice seems to have a nasty implication to it, but I’m thinking that information will later be more relevant to an escape plan.
Also, Andy continues to make a huge mistake.
Yup. Methinks he’s about to really shit the bed here.
Andy, nooooooooo!
(Also: Thanks for Tune. ^_^ It’s wonderful!)
Thank you for reading!
Is it just me? The 1st panel is hilarious (and unexpected – you got me again, Derek).
The Answer to yesterday’s question is A.
Dammit, Andy, captivity is NOT the way to a girl’s heart!
I have a friend who I absolutely adore. Been friends with him for 20+ years. We know each other better than we know ourselves, cliché as that is. We have crashed at each others place so many times I have no idea what shirts are mine. We have gone on road trips and had to sleep in small cars. We went backpacking through Europe for 2 years and had to bathe in rivers and from rain barrels. I have held his hand when he was coming out of DT and he held mine as I limped down the isle at my first wedding, after he broke my leg at the bachelor party.
We are inseparable. We have lived near one another for 5 years now (less than 2min walk) and both of us have a key to our apartments. Neither of us has ever knocked when entering either house. Only once did he catch me in a compromising situation–and that was really his own fault as I just got married the week before so he should have known what was going to happen for that next week… Anyway, point is:
We would be–and have been–at each others throats if we had to live in an enclosed space like this for any extended amount of time when it was against our choice! We had to get separate bunks at Camp even though we were with 15 other kids in the same bunk. It all comes down to choice, in my case–and I bet it will in her instance too.
What if they grab the wrong Yumi? ,’: ^