What about this one? It’s got good light and two bedrooms. *Insert link*
Big Bad Raf:
No. It’s on the ground floor.
That’s a good thing. Means I won’t have to lug all my photography gear down elevators or stairs.
Big Bad Raf:
No. It’s a bad thing because anyone can break in.
I’ll get Marco to install cameras.
Big Bad Raf:
No.
Let me remind you that you agreed to help me find somewhere to live, but so far you haven’t sent me any suggestions and have rejected every single one of mine.
Big Bad Raf:
It’s literally been less than a month and I’ve been away for almost half of it, which means you have virtually been living in a house of your own.
Big Bad Raf:
Besides, if we ever need to vouch for the legitimacy of our arrangement, we’d need proof of living together.
Wow. Are you sick? You just sent two messages in a row. Longer than two words.
But I digress. I think I might need to look into a new apartment-hunter helper.
Maybe Avery is the better man for the job. *Thinking face emoji*
Big Bad Raf:
No chance.
I should’ve known this fake-husband business would go to your head. *Insert rolling eyes emoji*
Well you’re going to be stuck with your fake wife for a bit longer now. I leave for Texas on Saturday for a promo shoot for a new television show. I’ll be gone for about a week or so.
Big Bad Raf:
I’ll miss you.
Awww, I knew you loved me, husband. *insert winky face*
Big Bad Raf:
As in, I will miss you because I had to extend my trip. I’ll be back Sunday now.
Uh-huh. I know what you said. It’s okay, I won’t hold it against you.
I’m going with Marco to his therapist appointment today. I have an appointment booked in after his.
Big Bad Raf:
That’s a big step. I’m really proud of you.
