YOU DID WHAT.
Calm down, I said I might ‘ave, not I did. I can’t really remember I’m just sayin’ watch out.
(Source: scottishmalt)
mulberry-bows asked: Scotty...? How have you been, dear? I haven't seen you for awhile, and... I-I was just wondering if you were okay...
Er, sorry about that. There’s not really a very good excuse I can think of, but I guess so, an’ that “dear” is pretty cute.
Sorry, sweetheart.
Francis I may or may not ‘ave gotten wasted and pissed in your closet.
Anonymous asked: Well, Scotty... Your charms - however odd or quirky - I happen to find attractive. I wish you'd lay off the alcohol sometimes... but in the end, you're a really nice guy, and I like you.
I am a pretty charming bastard, aren’t I.
Well thank you, ma’am - sir? - at least someone appreciates it. There’s nothin’ wrong with alcohol, but I guess I sorta see where ya could be comin’ from if that’s not “your thing”. Aww, well, that’s sorta sweet. I’m sure I’m fond of ya too.
bitchesandwine asked: You're a cougar.
... What's anonymous?
God damn you to the deepest pit of Hell, Francis.
How do you trust me, and feel suspicious of me, at the same time? It just doesn’t make much sense.
… Bon, bon, I’ll bite. It’s fun teasing you, though. It’s been a while since we actually had a decent conversation, non? My ideas are not dumb. Not all of them, anyways.
Well Jesus I don’t know, it’s all complex or somethin’ feminine like that. I would probably trust you before anyone else, ‘cause I sort of guess we’re friends and all that, and this is kinda sappy. But there’s some suspicious shit we all get ourselves into, an’ that includes you.
Oh sure, it’s fun for you, ya damn bloody French twat. But I guess so - I blame your teasin’ or whatever ya wanna call it. Not all of them, I guess, but these kinds are. …For what it’s worth, I guess you’re bright when you’re not spoutin’ out nonsense.
(Source: scottishmalt)
How am I being suspicious…! I’m so hurt, I thought there was a pact of trust between us~! (That broke off centuries ago but shh)
You’re slow for just realizing where I was going with this. But yes, you are a cougar.
Oh by Saint Andrew’s fuckin’ beard not more of this guilt trip nonsense. ‘Course I trust you an’ all that, I mean I guess so, but you’re still sorta suspicious.
I’m not slow, I jus’… Uh… Expected better out of you? Sure. An’ I am not a damn cougar, you get the dumbest ideas sometimes I swear.
(Source: scottishmalt)
I-I am a big g— [okay, that’s a little cliche.] I can handle myself just fine…
Innocence? Ah… yeah, t-that’s probably it. There’s still a lot I don’t know about the world, I guess.
Well, I guess so. Maybe. You are kinda small but I guess that doesn’t mean you’re completely incapable. Worst comes to worst you’ve still got that brother of yours, anyway.
Well, try to hold onto that for as long as ya can, no need to rush into knowin’ everything. I could say somethin’ particularly deep about how corrupting it could be but there’s really no point to that kind of business, I just like you better this way. It suits you more.
(Source: scottishmalt, via mulberry-bows)
Ohonhonhon ~ Jumpy, aren’t we?
Relax, non? I’m not trying to make you walk into anything, I’m just saying the truth. I wonder what the male equivalent to a cougar is. Because if you’re not a pedophile, than you are a male cougar.
I’m not jumpy. You’re jus’ suspicious.
A male cougar’s still a cougar I’d think, gender doesn’t really affect species Francis, hell that wouldn’t even make any sense when ya think about- …Oh. I’m not a male cougar either, I don’t know where you’re gettin’ this from.
(Source: scottishmalt)
