~The lunar new year approaches. We could celebrate at the temple.
⊙No, let’s celebrate under the night sky, just us.
~Lay down in my bed, please. Warm the sheets.
⊙The boy in ridiculously baggy pants, with straps hanging, at the grocery store, had BDSM tattooed on his fingers, but he couldn’t define the difference between a sadist and a masochist.
~Why do you care?
⊙Because, he looked like he was full of shit and needed to know it.
~We all are, dear. Most of us feed our guts everyday.
⊙Well, he should develop a kombucha habit.
~You should read a book.
⊙Listen to me read aloud?
~Why do you ask when you could just read aloud? You are hard to ignore.
⊙Because, it pleases me when you say it back to me. Also, consent is important.
~Dear lord, please read aloud. If you’re gonna yammer at me either way, then other people’s words become you better than your own, right now.
⊙Very good. Pluck a book, any book. I’ve got it nice and warm under the sheets, here.