When Roy met Anita




























(reprinted from my Sims 3 Tumblr story, 5 Years Earlier)

 7.18 pm
Joël: Roy, I’m proud to say this is Anita. Anita, I’m sorry to say this is Roy.
Anita: Hello Roy. It’s lovely to meet you.
Roy: Jesus.
Anita: Are you alright? You’re not too steady on your feet.
Roy: Jesus. I love you. 
Joël: Hey, I thought it was me you loved. I’m crushed, dude.
Anita: Okay, why don’t we all get in the car -
Roy: I wanna hug.
Joël: I just gave you a hug.
Roy: I want Anita to give me a hug.
Joël: You’d better give him a hug or he might start crying again.
Anita: Of course I’ll give you a hug, Roy. 
Roy: I love you. 
Anita: That’s very sweet of- WOAH. Oh my goodness. Roy, I don’t think that’s quite appropriate-
Joël: Christ. Can’t you just arrest him already?
Roy: What’s your problem, dude? There wasn’t even any tongue. 
Anita: Uh-huh. Would you like to take a lie detector test about that, Roy?

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