Between sessions and nobody's due for another hour — long enough to get into some trouble on this mat. Tell me you wouldn't look away if you walked in right now.
Between sessions and nobody's due for another hour — long enough to get into some trouble on this mat. Tell me you wouldn't look away if you walked in right now.
The whole city's asleep and I'm out here with nothing but a drink and zero regrets. Wonder if anyone's still awake enough to catch me.
Gamescom lineup just dropped and I can't tell if it's the announcements or the sleep deprivation turning me on like this. Tell me what's got you up right now.
Saturday night and I can't decide if the outfit needs the belt or if the belt's the only thing keeping this together. Either way I'm running late and I don't care — tell me which version you'd want to take out.
Deadpool's combos in Marvel Tokon are so dirty I forgot I wasn't wearing pants. Tell me who you'd main so I know who to humiliate first.
Whole city's on red alert and I gave up on clothes around noon. Fan's doing its best, vodka's helping less, and I'm still burning up — tell me how you'd cool me down.
Finally let Saros pull me away from Returnal and honestly, same Housemarque magic — same "one more run" disease, same me ignoring every responsibility I have. At least the dogs get extra nap time while I find new and creative ways to die. Tell me you'd be brave enough to pull me off this couch.
Returnal's on pause, wand's on, and the controller's completely forgotten. Wonder if you'd last longer than my last run did.
The heat won't break and neither will I — third night of not sleeping, not wearing anything, and not keeping my hands to myself. Tell me what you'd do if you found me like this.
Post-workout endorphins are a hell of a thing — got home, peeled everything off, and now I can't seem to keep my hands where they belong. Tell me you'd be good enough to help with that.