Sun Mote Copse disco pervert

tegan shrugged. mommy is pussy shit, he started at first, and then tried again, i dunno. i call her mom too. just depends. on what? he didn’t know. something. his mood maybe, who he was talking to... maybe? who knows. 

and then bat got all sentimental. or deep? one of the two, maybe both. between you and me tegan wasn’t entirely sure what constituted as sentimental. like was it good? bad? he wasn’t positive. sheesh, pup, was his first response, leaning in to nudge her with like... some reassurance. i don’t really remember the plateau either. like, kinda, but we moved probably when i was your age. tegan remembered events there more than anything.