“Don’t think about it, Wales, don’t think about it.”, she thought.
"right this way Abigail"
(oh my freaking god you cheeky))
((lol))
Hank walks down the right hallway and opens the 6th door on the left "here is your room"
((I wanted a high five lol))
((i still have nightmares about the fruit salad.))
((oh god that, I forgot about that lmao))
“Did you know that if you look up the word “degenerate”, you’ll find a picture of Wales?”
"wait they changed my picture?"
it takes the fruit salad back, then returns and wiggles up on wales, before leaving. because. cheeky
he was beyond confused excused himself from bismarck presences and went to get a room as opposed to leaving and sleeping in a cave
"just kidding my picture is the definition for gentleman"
“Hah, the hell you mean?”
((is that towards me or Jean?))
Hank wrote:
((is that towards me or Jean?))
((Towards you, but Jean’s personality is brashful.))
"Well I mean I strive to be as gentlemanly as possible"
turns to jean bart
"your accent its french right?"
"your accent its french right?"
"British actually"
"your not the person i was talking to ye wank i was talking to the women"
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