“Heh heh. Strangulation. Kinky. You know what, I bet Mr. and Mrs. D-D could get behind that. (Would they hyphenate, do you think? Nah. Dom would probably just take DeWitt's last name. Am I right or am I right? Up top.)”
You know, with these two, you really wouldn't know. I have this notion that in the even that D/D do get married, it'll be totally okay with Dom if DeWitt doesn't use his last name. And then there's there's this thought that DeWitt won't use her husband's last name unless it's for legal purposes (you know, stuff that involves contracts and the law, blah). And then it's also totally in-character that she'd hyphenate.. IDK why I'm thinking about this. lawlz.
Oh, Ivy. So snarky. *loves*
“There is nothing gross about speculation, Ivy. You know what’s gross? How closed-minded you are. Also: these chips. This is like eating cardboard flavored with a hint of crippling despair. Why are you doing this to me?”
Despair: can only be tasted in lab grown meats and in pita chips. *nods head*
She makes a little appreciative sound in the back of her throat, the more elegant, less drawn-out cousin of a laugh. Her lips are curved in a faint smile. Whatever irritation he’d felt at her – well, he can’t quite muster it anymore.
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Date: 2010-01-23 06:53 am (UTC)“Heh heh. Strangulation. Kinky. You know what, I bet Mr. and Mrs. D-D could get behind that. (Would they hyphenate, do you think? Nah. Dom would probably just take DeWitt's last name. Am I right or am I right? Up top.)”
You know, with these two, you really wouldn't know. I have this notion that in the even that D/D do get married, it'll be totally okay with Dom if DeWitt doesn't use his last name. And then there's there's this thought that DeWitt won't use her husband's last name unless it's for legal purposes (you know, stuff that involves contracts and the law, blah). And then it's also totally in-character that she'd hyphenate.. IDK why I'm thinking about this. lawlz.
Oh, Ivy. So snarky. *loves*
“There is nothing gross about speculation, Ivy. You know what’s gross? How closed-minded you are. Also: these chips. This is like eating cardboard flavored with a hint of crippling despair. Why are you doing this to me?”
Despair: can only be tasted in lab grown meats and in pita chips. *nods head*
She makes a little appreciative sound in the back of her throat, the more elegant, less drawn-out cousin of a laugh. Her lips are curved in a faint smile. Whatever irritation he’d felt at her – well, he can’t quite muster it anymore.
HEE. <3