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He was hopelessly clueless about flirting.
Mood
Buffalo defenseman’s stick.
Go sabres
“It’s kind of hot when you call me that,” he said, “but it’s really going to fuck me up when I’m hearing it on the ice.”
Sports version of being called daddy when you have a small child lol
He was listed as five-eight, but Scott sometimes wondered if he had been measured while wearing skates.
Rude -fellow short person who thinks shoes (and skates) should be included in height
Ilya Rozanov.
My baby
“Because he just lit up like the goddamn sun. Jesus. You guys are doomed.”
Disgusting…give me more
“How many minutes would I get if I just killed him?” Scott grumbled as he watched Rozanov skate away. “I’d have to give you at least ten,” Hal said dryly. “Not worth it in the playoffs.”
lol
“I know he must be busy right now, with the playoffs, but it seems like maybe something worse than that is going
Dads intuition lol
I’d better re-up on my antacid pills.
Lol
“What’s wrong with the closet? It’s a wonderful place crammed full of professional athletes.”
Sounds claustrophobic
“Hey,” Bennett said, after they separated, “what’s his name?” Scott grinned. “Kip.” Carter looked suddenly delighted. “Kip!” he said. “That is the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever heard! Are you kidding me with that shit?” “Thank god,” Huff said. “I thought you were gonna say you were secretly dating Rozanov.” “Rozanov wishes,” Scott said.
“I grew up a Buffalo fan.
I knew Scott was my favorite
“It’s not Rozanov, is it?”
He's taken sorry
“So,” he said, “any questions?”
Shawn: You. Fucking. Bitch. You lying fucking bitch. We’re getting lunch together. SOON.
LMAOOOOO
