the-nerou:

solihan:

You argue way too much, lady. {‘walks over to the couch and carefully sets you down before he lays on top of you} Now I’m tired.

Aren’t women supposed to argue a lot? Isn’t there like a saying or something? /She huffs, wrapping her arms around you./ You’re tired from me, but you’re the heavier one—

But you’re my husband, Rourou. {‘shifts so that he’s underneath you, making a face at} You calling me fat, punk?