Kumi: I'm so happy, I could kiss you!
Marcela: Um...Neat.
*later*
Marcela, lying face down on their bed: I said "Neat," Anna. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid.
Anna, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Marcela. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Wolf confessed their love for me?
Marcela: Didn't you thank them?
Anna: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked them.
Kumi: I love you.
Anna: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.
*Kumi and Anna kiss passionately*
Wolf, to Marcela: You owe me 20 dollars.
*Trying to cheer Kumi after a break up*
Marcela: You broke up with Anna for a reason.
Kumi: I know, I know. I’m just so tired of missing them. Tired of wondering why they haven’t called. Why haven’t they called?
Wolf: Maybe because you told them not to.
Kumi: What are you, the Memory Person?
Kumi: You know, Marcela gives Anna flowers everyday, I wish you'd do that too.
Wolf: Okay.
*Later*
Wolf: *gives Anna flowers*
Anna: ???
Wolf: I don't know, I'm confused as well.
Wolf: Do you love Marcela?
Kumi: Yeah, I do.
Wolf: Anna! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks!
Anna: We all love Marcela. You should've asked if they were IN love with them.
Kumi: I thought that was implied.
Anna: ...
Wolf: ...
Kumi, looking straight at Anna: Congrats Wolf, you just won 100 bucks.
Kumi: *sees Anna and Wolf together*
Kumi: They're cute. I would put them on a boat.
Marcela: You mean... you ship them?
Wolf: Bad news—Marcela locked themself outside of their own house.
Wolf: Good news—we didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith.
Wolf: Bad news—Kumi finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory(TM). I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned it was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute guys/girls/enbies.
Wolf: Good news—a cute guy/girl/enby saw me do it.
Wolf: Bad news—it was Anna, and since they’ve already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, they’ll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late. They know.
Kumi: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Anna?
Anna: Wolf, easily.
Wolf, laughing: What the fuck, man.
Anna: Well, Marcela would be too easy. They’d probably be into it.
Marcela, now standing in the doorway: What the fuck, man!?
Kumi, referring to Anna and Wolf: Those guys are dorks.
Marcela: Yes, but they’re my dorks.
Wolf: What is love?
Kumi: An emotional minefield.
Anna: A neurochemical reaction.
Marcela: Baby don't hurt me.
Kumi: Good night.
Anna: Sleep tight.
Wolf: Don't let the bedbugs crawl up to your ear and whisper threatening things that make you question yourself.
Marcela: Great, now Anna's crying.
Wolf: It’s Christmas! Are you all in a Christmas mood?!
Kumi: Merry crisis.
Anna: Jingle bells, jingle bells, single all the way.
Marcela: Hoe hoe hoe.
Wolf: Guys, please.
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