Baby was sick today.
He woke up with a stomachache the size of Clementi and so couldn't head to work. Stayed in bed for a bit trying to recover and headed over to the hospital when he got better. Poor darling. Wish it was me who was down.
Spent much of today fussing over him and requesting prettily to be piggybacked even though he was sick because my feet got tired heh heh and he did! He also commented that I should be his wallet and my mind took two seconds loading before realizing he called me heavy oh har har what a daring man.
Anyway, earlier in the day I was packing his room as usual because his empty cigarette packs and worn clothes were all over the place. I worried that he might have ran out of cigarettes and bought him a pack of Mevius Sky Blue.
Hey this is a big deal to me ok, I smoke as often as I grow and trust me, it is in limited to almost non-existent portions. Plus I get jittery when I buy cigarettes because it feels like I'm buying lung damage hahah me too drama.
I got his favorite brand wrong but he still had this dramatic little smile for me and left me a note in our Love Byte later the next day, telling me he was mad touched by my smoky effort.
Lesson of the day: the way to a man's heart is through his stomach and his lungs.
May that never be the way to my heart hahah.
(In case you're reading baby, the way to my heart is with a shit ton of impractical flowers and classy, lounge-reading books. And more masala chicken than I can finish. And anything My Melody. And red dresses and hair dye. Etc.)
Also, I was in his store room grooming myself when he caught me in the act and came over to tell me, "aiyo very pretty already!". Then he picked up this object that caught his attention, mulled over it, then tossed it back without looking.
I was horrified and demanded he stop it and asked if he was gonna continue this mess when we have our own apartment next time and he looked at me with this giddy grin and went, "ya but I have you to tidy it up!"
What an idiot. My idiot :*
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