the setup: the doctor and i are coming home and about to get to the busstop, when i give into the 3-day self-denial from starbucks and get an iced white mocha and then we exit. a bus is slowly approaching from a block away and there’s a half a block until the stop.
TD: “allons-y”
M: [in own world] “it’s not icey yet (pouting)”
TD: “i said ‘allons-y’”
M: “i heard you, i said ‘it’s not icey yet’”
TD: [says in warbley voice:] “hurry up!”
M: “you have to promise me to never use that voice again in our lives. you sound like the geeky, pimple infected guy from the Simpsons.”
TD: “i’m so hot” (pouting and sweating)
M: [hands over drink] “it’s icey, now”
TD: [sips, makes face] “you coulda told me it was god awful”
M: “god, awful good”
