her | him
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- incoming call from princess -
"Hey Belly"
"Don't"
"Don't what?"
"That nickname, don't use it"
"Your sister uses it"
"She's 7 years old Damion, you're not 7"
"Maybe I am"
"..."
"Don't imagine it"
"I just did and it made all of our encounters the grossest things ever"
"Dammit. I need to hypnotise you to make the thought go away"
"..."
"Look into my eyes"
"This is a call Damion"
"Oh yeah"
"So Belly, what's up?"
"What did I say?"
"It's just a nickname babe, why are you being sensitive?"
"Just"
"Just what?"
"Nothing. Just please don't?"
"Only if you tell me why"
"I can't. Just listen to me for once"
"As long as you call me dad-"
"No"
"You didn't even hear me out"
"It doesn't take Sherlock to know what you were going to say"
"Alright, call me babe"
"No. Just no"
"Fine. Damion it is," he grumbled
"You're the best bye Damion"
//call ended//
"Since when did my name sound so good?"
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this chapter is ... kinda dead sorry :/
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Drug Helpline
Short Story"hello ! this is the drug free helpline, how can I help you?" "i want all the weed you can get me." [ in which a guy calls a helpline, often when drunk ] All Rights Reserved.
