tw sick – pianokeysandbowties back up

remy.

( mssg » blaine] | sent ] I could call a priest but I can’t promise I won’t burn up the moment he walks in with all my sinning. Oh come on B. I’ve seen you in worst positions than just throwing up. I can handle it. Maybe it’s food poisoning?

( mssg » Blaine| sent ) FINE. FINE. NO COOPER. And I’ll grab you like, four bottles of gatorade.

( mssg » remy | sent ) You arent’ that terrivle! I’m not sure I’m kind of buzzed too. Waht did I do to myself?
( mssg » remy | sent ) Thankyou, Remy. He wouldn’t let me live it down becase I’d make him wory. Four bottles? I’d love you forever.

remy. @secretivesmythe

✉ R: Smythe: Sick? Drunk? What do you need? Water? Like, a bucket? Your brother? TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED B.

( mssg » remy | sent ) iThink i need an exorcisxt and maybe soem ginger ale and crackers. how about a gatorade? don’t come insied though. leave them by the door. This is humiliating

( mssg » remy | sent ) DO NOT call Cooper!!e