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Thyme: Scary how fast someone can mean so much to you...
Ren: Scary how fast you can mean nothing to someone.
MJ: Scary how fast I switched my car insurance to Geico!

*̊˙˚˙⑅*❀❀*⑅。・:*。・:*

Thyme: Are you ever going to listen to me?
Y/N: Yes. Absolutely.
Thyme: When?
Y/N: When you're right.

*̊˙˚˙⑅*❀❀*⑅。・:*。・:*

Y/N: *on the phone* Hey Ren, do you know my blood type?
Ren: Of course, it's B-.
Y/N: Oh, I guessed wrong. Excuse me, nurse-!

*̊˙˚˙⑅*❀❀*⑅。・:*。・:*

Kavin, looking at his watch: It has been 2 hours and sixteen minutes since I’ve been insulted.
Kavin: It’s been about 5 seconds since I’ve been assaulted, but let’s not talk about that.

*̊˙˚˙⑅*❀❀*⑅。・:*。・:*

Gorya: It's called cauliflower, not ghost broccoli.
Y/N, eyes wide: I know what I saw.

*̊˙˚˙⑅*❀❀*⑅。・:*。・:*

MJ: Why does Y/N always do the laundry so loudly?
Kavin: So everyone knows that no one helps them out in the house.
Y/N, in the distance: *slams the washing machine shut*

*̊˙˚˙⑅*❀❀*⑅。・:*。・:*

Gorya: I am decayed. My lungs are full of thorns and mildew. My bones are held together by vines. I am fragile. Be gentle with my corpse.
Y/N: Get out of bed, you're going to school whether you like it or not.
Gorya: I REFUSE.

*̊˙˚˙⑅*❀❀*⑅。・:*。・:*

MJ: Mint is just cold spicy.
The Squad: ...
Y/N: What the actual fck is wrong with you.

*̊˙˚˙⑅*❀❀*⑅。・:*。・:*

Thyme: Yeah, I don’t like people.
Y/N: Oh, well now that’s not fair Thyme. Have you met all of them?
Thyme: I’ve met enough of them. People. What a bunch of jerks!

*̊˙˚˙⑅*❀❀*⑅。・:*。・:*

Mira: I’m genuinely surprised you haven’t gotten arrested, let alone gotten a felony yet.
Y/N: Nat 20 Charmisma.
Mira: That is NOT how that works-

*̊˙˚˙⑅*❀❀*⑅。・:*。・:*

Y/N: *yawns*
Kavin: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.
Y/N: Then you must be exhuasted.
MJ: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

*̊˙˚˙⑅*❀❀*⑅。・:*。・:*

Y/N: Thyme you’re such a genius!
Thyme: Yes, I know.

*̊˙˚˙⑅*❀❀*⑅。・:*。・:*

Kavin: Thanks for not telling Ren what happened.
Y/N, dumbfounded: I wouldn’t even know where to begin trying to explain this.

*̊˙˚˙⑅*❀❀*⑅。・:*。・:*

Thyme, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

*̊˙˚˙⑅*❀❀*⑅。・:*。・:*

Y/N: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.
Thyme: Okay.
Y/N: And make out during the scary parts.
Thyme: Th-
Thyme: The scary parts.
Thyme: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

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