welcome to hell / private

[dannychan]

he turned a little red and muttered something under his breath. “am, cmon we’re hungry.. yes i said we.. yes.. yes i have.. no he has not..” he sighed and groaned. “mamma, per favore dimmelo non voglio che il mio nuovo ragazzo muoia di fame..” he said in a whole different language and sighed. “fuck, thanks.@ he said and smiled slightly. “yeah, love you too, ma.” he hung up and hummed. “chives and thyme.”