The sound of munching woke him from his slumber, and from under the blankets he could see the other, reading something from the laptop on his chest as he ate. Craning is neck he could see some lovely images and peered closer unable to make out shapes with out his glasses. "Those white flowers are lovely.... I believe they are white... calla lilies?"


Galla@All: DEAD WE'RE DEAD O GOD
Galla@All: WE'RE DEAD AND STUCK ON A VAGINA FLOWER
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