Tommo is Typing

Chapter 23: Sleep Deprived Delusions

[Wednesday, April 21st, 2010 - 4:21 AM]

Tommo: you know, i really don't think i've gotten a good 12 hours of sleep since we started talking

Haz: There are permanent bags under my eyes, but my serotonin levels have never been better.

Tommo: exactly, we're fine

Haz: I could basically run a marathon right now.

Tommo: yeah, yeah, me too, i'll meet you at the finish line, mate

Haz: You're soooo wrong.

Tommo: i could easily outrun you and you know it

Haz: You don't even know me.

Tommo: i know you better than your mum

Haz: Do you? Okay, what's my favourite dinosaur then, hmm?

Tommo: why are we doing math, it's past my bedtime and i don't enjoy physics, SIR

Haz: It's a simple question, Lou.

Haz: An important one at that.

Haz: All this star sign shit is bs but hello, dinosaurs?

Haz: This is how you REALLY get to know a person.

Tommo: stegosaurus

Haz: I-

Haz: You know what, just because you're right doesn't mean I have to accept it.

Tommo: great, enough of your little break down then

Tommo: do we get married now or something?

Tommo: cause i want to go to sleep already

Haz: Depends.

Haz: What's your favourite dinosaur?

Tommo: i really like them argentinosaurus

Haz: That's quite ironic seeing as they're the largest land animal to exist, while you're the smallest.

Tommo: do you want to have a go, mate?

Tommo: you've been proper fixated on me height recently

Haz: There's not much to fixate on

Haz: Get it

Haz: Because there barely is any

Tommo: having a laugh, aren't you?

Tommo: at my expense?

Tommo: you know, i may just drive down to your place and give you the smack that i deserve right now

Haz: Sure you will, can you even reach my face?

Tommo: no need, i'm aiming low

Haz: No, don't do that, I need those

Tommo: you need to be stopped

Haz: Stopped from your mum

Tommo: are you even trying

Tommo: do you straight out forget how to speak when you're tired?

Haz: Oh, sod off

Tommo: aww, is little hazza getting grumpy cause it's past his bedtime?

Tommo: do you need your fuzzy blankey to help you sleep?

Haz: I'll have you know that it's called Mr. Snuggles and I can't go anywhere without it

Tommo: and you wonder why you don't have boys lining up at your door

Haz: When did you become so mean

Tommo: when did you become such a wuss

Haz: I'm not talking to you anymore

Tommo: ok

Haz: Okay

Haz: Never mind, I give up, I need attention again

Tommo: needy shit

Haz: LOUIS!

Tommo is typing...