*slider balancing the bottle of whiskey he dared mav to down in one go*: let him continue goosey
mav, loudly clearing his throat and shaking out a VERY long sheet of paper: my dearest goose
goose, glancing up: yes?
mav, assuming a strong stance like he’s about to serenade him: my dearest nicky, words cannot express my adoration for you, nor my dedication to your side. nay, but I shall attempt anyways. your hair is silky like a really nice pillow, your eyes as deep as a river. your nose was drawn by the gods, and your mouth was painted with a rose.
goose, turning to mav’s literal boyfriend, eyes wide: you aren’t going to stop him???
ice, mav’s aforementioned literal boyfriend, turning the page in his book: if I stop him now, he’ll just start over
mav, getting louder: YOUR HANDS-