Lodestar:**I didn’t expect one.**
aCooooig:**Bullshit. You did. And you were right to. But... it’s an odd gift.**
Lodestar:**Oh! I love odd.**
aCooooig:**You believe me? That it’s underway?**
Lodestar:**Why wouldn’t I? You wouldn’t tell me it was otherwise, would you?**
aCooooig:**No. I wouldn’t. But I didn’t know if you knew that.**
Lodestar:**So, when do you think I’ll get it?**
aCooooig:**When I finish making it.**
Lodestar:**You’re making me something?**
aCooooig:**Yes.**
Lodestar:**Like... woodwork?**
aCooooig:**Do I look like the kind of guy who crafts in his spare time?**
Lodestar:**True. But I mean, even cuties can get jiggy with it with Elmer’s glue.**
aCooooig:**Yeah, well, let’s not forget I’m an Irish mobster too. Allegedly.**
Lodestar:**Allegedly. Shit, yeah, I forgot.**
Lodestar:**Oddly enough, that makes you hotter. Allegedly.**
aCooooig:**Good to know.**
Lodestar:**Isn’t it though? :P You going to give me a clue?**
aCooooig:**Nope. But the second it’s complete, I’ll send it to you. I was hoping to have it done in time, but... well, you weren’t ready for it so even though it was in my head, and I could foresee what I wanted, I didn’t really bother.**
aCooooig:**Also, nice to know you think I’m cute. O.o**
Lodestar:**Allegedly.**
Lodestar:**Anyway, you have a mirror. Not telling you anything you don’t see every day.**
aCooooig:**You’d be surprised. Reflections aren’t always an accurate depiction.**
Lodestar:**Actually... I know what you mean. You’re right. I don’t know why I said that. Sorry.**
aCooooig:**You don’t have to apologize.**
Lodestar:**Don’t I? You ever say shit and don’t mean it? It just flows out of your mouth?**
aCooooig:**Like diarrhea?**
Lodestar:**Lol. Yes.**
aCooooig:**I know what you mean. I do it with my brothers. Sometimes, I prod them just to get a reaction. I don’t really know why.**
Lodestar:**To test them?**