You seem to have me confused with someone stupid enough to be dating you, Mulloy. The day I cook you dinner is the day I’ve officially given up on having a happy life. -shakes her head and runs a hand through her hair- I”m going bloody fucking stir-crazy in this flat— ‘s the only explanation for why I would think it a good idea to have you around more often. You’re right; you should go. I’ll find someone else to keep me company.
Maybe ye shouldn’t’ve mucked up any chances ye had, given t’ye by Him; wouldn’t be stewin’ away all day. -raises his eyebrows and scoffs an incredulous laugh- Yeah, good luck with that, mate. There’s only so many people who’re willin’ t’put up with a mad bint whose mood swings’re incapable o’ makin’ sense of. Bring anyone in here ‘n they’ll go runnin’ at the sight o’ the place alone. S’a bloody mess.
50 ships i ship ♡: [2/50] » a l l i s o n and i s a a c (teen wolf)
- “I can take care of myself.”
- “Yeah, I’ve noticed. More than once.”
But it isn’t fair. They’ve pretty much benched me for good— for a really dumb fucking reason, by the way, and I’m nearly certain that as my partner, if I’m stuck watching, so are you.
Nah, that’s not goin’ t’happen. M’not goin’ t’be cooped up with ye barmy arse all day long. How about I go off ‘n do my job ‘n y’make sure I come back t’a nice meal, yeah? Think y’can manage that, at least.
"That Leggy"…? No — no, can’t say anybody by that name works here.
S’a shame. Maybe ye work different hours, eh? Here’s an idea: I’ll come back tomorrow, so I won’t keep botherin’ ye now with my slowness. Maybe Leggy’ll be on shift then.
Well, have you ever thought to ask? Or do you just go about doing whatever they tell you to do?
I do what m’asked because it’s what gets the job done, if ye can believe it. S’my main priority. Can’t say I particularly care ‘bout what it is ye tryin’ to insinuate; that m’some lackey.
Can’t you just— dunno— ask to not be put on missions anymore?
Ye’ve got t’be takin’ the piss. This shite’s not optional, ye realize.
or should I plan on comin’ back tomorrow afternoon?
Were those thirty seconds I took t’look over ye drink options too much for ye, Miss? Maybe ye could send over a colleague o’ yours in ye place. Wouldn’t mind bein’ served by that leggy blonde, now that I think o’ it.
Favorite: What’s not to love ‘bout Niall, huh? That hair, those yes, that face…can drive a bloke mad. That ‘n he’s a brilliant cuddle buddy—‘specially when all the birds go off ‘n have a day to themselves.
Least favorite: When he’s got t’go home.