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[filigreed]

So my idiot brother pulls me aside yesterday. All secretive and whispery and shit - if you ignore the fact that he's built like a brick shithouse and doesn't know how to speak in anything quieter than a sonic boom.

And you know what this moron's asking? What this dipstick's pulling out of his ass?

24 hours. This fucking idiot's gonna give me 24 hours. To make a fucking engagement ring.

Fuck's wrong with him? Who dropped him on his head as an infant?

Jesus fuck.

[...]

I got it done. But. C'mon.

Comments

[wildchild]

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gross af.

Also, does the man not understand how time works?

[filigreed]

He had a fucking week to ask me for this.

There's no pressure to this question. There are literally three other people in our house that could've done it. The question that goes with the ring is the difficult one.

[wildchild]

He was probably busy looking at trucks or something. I assume he's also getting her a monster truck.

God, they really are a match made in heaven.

[filigreed]

No. He's putting it in the trunk of a Hot Wheels' one, though.

I hate him.

I hate that that's cute.

[wildchild]

I repeat: gross af.

It's hella cute and I'm only a little mad about it. What kind of ring you making in 24 hours?

[filigreed]

The best damn ring humanly possible.

If magic didn't exist, he'd be so boned.

[wildchild]

I believe in you. And magic.

He'd also be boned if you were less cool.