Nicodemus: Your name is Dresden? Harry *tied to a rock*: No, sorry. He’s out taking a leak, I’m just keeping the rock warm. Harry: Do you have a less comfortable bed, actually? I almost fell asleep earlier.
Bokuto: If there are morning doves, why aren’t there evening doves?
Akaashi, who was prepared for this: *pulls out mini whiteboard + marker* because they’re mourning doves. M-o-u-r-n-i-n-g doves, not m-o-r-n-i-n-g doves.
Thinking about how my mom tried to “seduce” my dad when they were in college together by sneaking oranges into his backpack, because she grew up food insecure and feeding someone/sharing food was a big deal with her upbringing with a lot of emotional meaning–
and meanwhile my poor dad is just convinced that he’s been haunted by some citrus poltergeist because why the fuck are there always oranges in his bag he swears he did not put there???
