Baby was visibly sick and still chugging mcdonalds as if his last happiest breath lies at the bottom of a burger wrapper and it was painful to see him with his teary eyes :(
We went back to his place and the whole journey was him trying to maintain normal conversation and failing because he keeps breaking into raves about his purchases at the IT fair.
There was the razor ouroboros mouse, the razor mousepad, the creative headphones, the jesus christ see, see, he repeated them so often I know his purchases by heart by now. My adorable secret geek.
I put a shit ton of effort into my outfit today because I knew I was meeting him and so I demanded we take a photo together. He happily obliged, then put me onto his lap and swirled us round on his chair. I thought that was romantic at first until I realized he was swirling us round to get shots of his new purchases in the background.


"Okay baby sit on this side instead, if not cannot see the mouse. Okay shift your head, lean here. Give me a minute I get the headphones. Okay now!"
The headphones weren't in this shot originally. He took the effort to stand up, move out of the frame to get the headphones, and then come back to strategically place them in our background.

And then we swirled to get a shot of his new red-lit pc. He told me to ask him why he chose red and I did, with his answer being, "Because red reminds me of you" awww good save.
He took the time again to get out of frame, get the ouroboros and mount it on its charging dock on the pc. And then he finally pressed my shutter in satisfaction. Guess who was the unsatisfied one!

Yep.
I pouted and told him I'll crop out all his electronics when I upload and he had such a crest-fallen look on his face that I decided I'll just not upload it altogether HEH HEH.
The night was us watching Idiocracy, which is a really idiotic show. I thought I could trust 9gag's movie recommendations. NOW I KNOW BETTER. If primer fails me too I'm deleting that app.
Night fall was us snuggling and me falling asleep to his heavy, sickly breaths. You poor baby.
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