Desiree: ~So, you give me pleasure, make me feel quite comfortable… Then leave to get soda.. Right. You’re such a stuck-up prick. I hope you know that.~ *chuckles to herself and shakes her head* ~I am fine as is. I require none of that fattening and unhealthy food in my system. You shouldn’t either. If the doctors find out about that, they’ll most certainly put you on a diet or something.~
