[Mmm, surely invited implies a lot of things. Namely, that he respects anything about anyone, and that he gives a shit. He stands by the couch for a minute or two, tapping his finger on his chin while he decides how he's gonna do this. When he finally seems satisfied, he wanders past the living room into the kitchen, rummages around for a moment, and comes back with a regular metal spoon.
Sliding between the couch and the coffee table, he squats near Drake's face, turns the utensil so he's holding the rounded part, and just slides the handle into one of Drake's nostrils.
Wakey wakey who're you, this was a non-invasive way to do this. Totally.]
action, im so sorry
Sliding between the couch and the coffee table, he squats near Drake's face, turns the utensil so he's holding the rounded part, and just slides the handle into one of Drake's nostrils.
Wakey wakey who're you, this was a non-invasive way to do this. Totally.]