George: "I love you too, Chris," George mumbled into his chest, his cheeks blushing a great amount.

Ariv: "Huey don't do that," Ariv scolded although not very harshly. "I can understand your frustration, but it is still considered impolite and rude and perhaps even cruel to attempt to bite someone."

That's true... I am really trying to keep and open mind but it is hard when it is stuff like this where people are just being transphobic, sexist, and/or racist.

Chris: cheis was about to say something else, but then the door was slammed open and a stranger walked in, having what seemed to be a pistol on his belt. He was carrying a large case on his back that looked as though it fit a large gun. He spoke without looking up at them. "Let's go, we need you downtown."

George: "What do you want?!" George growled, almost immediately getting up and out of bed before putting himself between the stranger and Chris.

Ariv: Instead of getting mad or frustrated or anything, he laughed. It was still a polite laughter, but it wasn't his tame and forced laughter.

Nick: he looked up at Feorge confused for a moment. "Oh, relax. I'm friends with shadow... and the father of four of her children." He walked over and pat George on the head. "Nice to meet you, I'm here to collect your husband." chris just simply glared at Nick.

George: "First of all... You don't get to touch me," George growled. "Second, you are not here to 'collect' my fiancé like he's some fucking object."

Ariv: "You'll have to excuse me for laughing," Ariv chuckled softly. "I suppose you reminded me of a fond memory I'll have to tell you about later. Now, would you like a bigger area to swim?"