Davorin: When I said you should try being friendlier this isn't what I meant.
Zylpha, stirring a cup of tea aggressively: Oh, so now I'm TOO friendly? There's no pleasing you.
Brosc, who broke into their house an hour ago: Two sugars please.
Zylpha: Coming right up.
Mauve: Well you see, the explanation is perfectly simple and scientific. It was because shut up. Shut up is why.
Davorin: But seriously, what is the real plan here that has to do with not fucking around?
Brosc: There is no plan that does not involve fucking around. But we will make sure all of our fucking around will be applied in a constructive direction.
Finley: So what’s the plan?
Lovel: I don’t know. You’re smart, *points at Zylpha* they’re mean, come up with something.
Brosc: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us.
Isolabella: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both.
Brosc: *is visibly upset*
Tatsuya: Brosc, what happened? I haven't seen you like this since you found out candyland wasn't an actual country.
Isolabella: I think I need a hug...
Rosalie: Good thing I'm hug shaped!
*45 minutes later*
Isolabella: You... you can let go now.
Rosalie: No, I absolutely cannot.
Umbria You’re drunk.
Rosalie:Correction: drinking. Present tense. Grammar, Umbria.
Zylpha: Woah dude, premarital handholding? That’s just not cool or groovy.
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