Milk x Bottle (ppt2)

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by SavageB3

by SavageB3

𝕆𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥'𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠
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*playing twister*
Flashlight: Right hand red.
Bottle: *ends up on top of Milk*
Milk: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?
Flashlight: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

Flashlight: I like your top, Milk!
Bottle: I have a name, you know.
Milk: *sighs* Why. Why are you like this.

Bottle: So, Flashlight is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.
Milk: Why?
Bottle: Because I've caught her trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.
Flashlight, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your asses.

Milk: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me.
Bottle: But they said not to touch the masterpieces.
Milk: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall.
Flashlight, on a walkie talkie: This is Flashlight, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.

𝕄𝕚𝕝𝕜 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕝 ↓

Milk: Some people are like slinkies.
Bottle: What?
Milk: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.
Bottle:
Bottle: Please don't push Flashlight down the stairs.
Milk, pushing Flashlight down the stairs: Too late.

Bottle: Hi.
Flashlight: Hey, did you do what I said? Did you tell her?
Bottle: I did.
Flashlight: And what did she say?
Bottle: “Thank you.”
Flashlight: You’re totally welcome. What’d she say?
Bottle: She said, “Thank you.” I said “I love you” and Milk said, “Thank you.”

Milk: Bottle and I were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us.
Flashlight: What did 𝘴𝘩𝘦 do?
Milk: W-well, she chased him to the next red light, a-and reached into his window, and-
Bottle: *walking in * Who wants a steering wheel?

Milk: *is wearing silk pants* How does this look?
Bottle: Like its slips on and off really easily.
Milk: *𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺*
Bottle: No, I didn't mean it like that-
Flashlight: Oh, we 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 what you meant.

Milk: Can we go out to get icecream?
Bottle: Did you ask Flashlight?
Milk: She said no.
Bottle: Then why did you ask me?
Milk, giving her puppy-dog eyes: W-well, she's not the boss of you.
Bottle, internally: It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap.

Flashlight: I apologize for saying 'fuck' in front of Milk.
Bottle: You just said it again.
Milk: *studying hard*
Flashlight: I am not a role model.

Flashlight: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Bottle’*
Milk: O-oh y-yeah. I d-didn’t think this was for m-me. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’*

Bottle: Well, has Flashlight been wrong before?
Milk: How wide are we willing to open this up?

Bottle: So how’s the food Milk made?
Flashlight: It's great! Compliments to her.
Bottle: *goes to the kitchen*
Bottle: You're adorable.
Milk: *blushes*

Flashlight: So, are you two dating now?
Bottle & Milk: Yes.
Flashlight: Why?
Bottle: I happen to find Milk very appealing.
Flashlight: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Milk.

Milk: Oh my Bottle.
Flashlight: Don't you mean 'oh my god'?
Milk: You worship your god, I'll worship mine.

Milk: Do you ever feel bugs on you when really there’s nothing there?
Flashlight: Those are the ghosts of the bugs you killed before.
Milk:
Milk: *sobs*
Bottle: You fucking scared her, you idiot.

Flashlight: Hey, Milk? Can I get some dating advice?
Milk: Just because I'm with Bottle doesn't mean I know how I did it.

Flashlight: Did you take out Bottle as I requested?
Milk: Bottle has been taken out, yes.
Flashlight: You have my grat-
Milk: It was a great restaurant.
Milk: We had a romantic candlelit dinner.
Milk: Bottle proposed afterwards- we’re filing the wedding papers.

Flashlight: You don't need my blessing to go kiss Milk. In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing Milk!
Bottle: Nope.
Flashlight: In that case, as the archbishop of Bottle's fully awakened gaydom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss Milk right on the lips!!!

Milk: I d-didn't drink that much last night.
Flashlight: You were flirting with Bottle.
Milk: S-so what? She's my partner.
Flashlight: You asked if she was single.
Flashlight: And then you cried when she said she wasn't.

Milk: Sorry, I'm late to the party. I've been doing things.
Bottle, entering in an unbuttoned shirt: I got caught up doing things too.
Flashlight, sarcastically: Wow, Milk was late too! What a coincidence!

Flashlight: Bottle, I know you love Milk. I mean, we all do, she's a very nice person and I respect her immensely.
Flashlight: But I think she might be a fucking crybaby.

Flashlight: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.
Bottle: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.
*Milk walks in*
Bottle: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

Flashlight: So, what's it like living with Milk?
Bottle: She once referred to sand as "heterosexual glitter."
Flashlight: ...
Bottle: I love them so much.

Milk: Due to personal reasons, I will begin sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box.
Flashlight: Did Bottle say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'?
Milk: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

Milk: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed.
Flashlight:
Flashlight: I'm gonna tell her.
Bottle: Don't you dare.

Milk: How do you know how to kiss? Like who teaches you?
Bottle: Well it’s actually a class, but unfortunately it’s full right now.
Bottle: Would you like me to tutor you?
Flashlight: That was smooth.