Read.

*shacks her head at his shirt but smirks* Long story...but he was on a small island. Had to with Candy...*instantly looks annoyed then amused again* But I did manage to help her break her arm though.

*looks indignent* I was always sexy. You sound like Candy.

Ocasionally.

I've had a few: Fleece, who's like a brother and was always there. My father, who gives me wisdom and checkers skills. And Boss Man (Hooter) who was a father when I didn't have my own.

(OOC: Use you're imagination...it's safer that way. LOL) You're welcome sir. Hope you like it.

*barely retrains the need to slap him in the back of the head, remaining calm* There is no such thing between us, Philly. *sighing* Now...come on. *mumbles* I'll regret this, I'm sure...

Teenage Dream...not that I'm thinking of anyone in particular. *looks annoyed as she puffs on her cigarette*

*laughs* Yeah well, I thought it might. Through for the record, free NOT to tell me when or how you used that thing...*looks sly and slightly amused* unless it's one of those funny accident stories. In any case have fun with it!

*pauses, thinking about it for a moment, then looks guilty* Honestly, I thought I had told you Phil. *silent for a moment* Sorry. Uh...but still...I mean he's already hounding me about finding a husband...and grandchildren...*looks uncomfortable*...and I don't want him getting the wrong impression by you being there.

*hands him a small box* Yeah, uh...don't open it in public. It's more of a private...type of gift. To use. Together. *clears throat a little and smiles nervously*

When you and Sam are so drunk, that you're about to fall over and you singing sounds so slurred that you damn near sound like you're speaking another language. That's when. *pauses to look back at him* Why are you even following me to begin with? The last thing I want is you meeting my father.

Simple things...you know, like playing checkers with my father or baking. Cleaning my gun...

Considering it's something both you and Mark can use, I hope so.

...I don't necessarily have one. Though I suppose I'll say Darkwing for the sake of things.

*frowns at him as if he should know better* Of course it's necessary. And don't bother telling me not to get a gift--I'd never listen to such a silly notion.

*glares* I don't *do* singing...you know that Phil. Besides, you'll just get drunk and start *does air quotes* dedicating songs to me.

OOC: It's alright, I haven't been here in a while so I'm confused on some of my previous conversations, lol.

Congratulations! * I'll have to make sure to get you two a get gift!* *hugs*

Name change duly noted.