I decided to take Anon’s request even though I already did that, because well, I looked up how people actually look when they play football.
Ish.
“The Police officer and the young politician”
I’ve been so swamped with work lately… but I just couldn’t hold this in anymore.
*rolling my eyes and looking out the window* He’s only made me do something touristy once, and I think he deeply regretted it. Other than that, the closest I’ve gotten to tourism has been snowball fights in Central Park at six in the morning.
-snorting out a laugh and nudging your foot with my own, grinning mischievously- Did you have on mittens and a hat and scarf? Did you two go out for hot chocolate post snowball fight? That’s wonderfully domestic, Jim.
*laughing* Oh it’s simply adorable, I know. No to the scarf and mittens, but I did demand hot chocolate after. But only because I couldn’t feel my fingers, and I can get very cranky when I’m cold. *opening the door for you when we pull up outside your flat* Go in and get your passport. You won’t need anything else.
You seem to get cranky frequently regardless of outside factors, I can’t imagine you cold. -grinning and opening the door before tumbling out- You’re welcome up if you want. I’m not going to make you sit in the car like a girl. -turning and walking off, fishing out my keys to get the door open-
*smiling and getting into the waiting car. motioning for you to tell the driver your address* Organising crime pays much better than fighting it, Greg. Mostly I use it for business, but Sebastian and I have been known to go off on holidays when I feel like it.
I’ll keep that in mind should I ever decide to switch sides or look for a new profession. -leaning forward to tell the driver the address of my flat before settling back beside you- The mental image of you doing tourist things with your boyfriend will never cease to amuse me.
*rolling my eyes and looking out the window* He’s only made me do something touristy once, and I think he deeply regretted it. Other than that, the closest I’ve gotten to tourism has been snowball fights in Central Park at six in the morning.
-snorting out a laugh and nudging your foot with my own, grinning mischievously- Did you have on mittens and a hat and scarf? Did you two go out for hot chocolate post snowball fight? That’s wonderfully domestic, Jim.
It’s a wonderful night out for sitting on rooftops and reflecting. Usually there aren’t many stars to be seen in Central London, but tonight seems to be the exception.
