the park bench

t h i r t y f o u r

t h i r t y f o u r

lark: joanne?

joanne: lark.

lark: joanne! oh my god, jojo! [hugs joanne's tense body]

joanne: are you, um, going to address the kiss?

lark: oh.

joanne: you're rejecting me aren't you? christ, i'm fucking dumb.

lark: [grabs joanne and darts forward]

joanne:

lark:

joanne: can you do that again?

lark: i'll do it infinity times more.

joanne: heck, yeah!

lark: did you just say "heck, yeah"?

joanne: ...heck, yeah?

lark: ew.

joanne: rude.

lark: by the way, your brother threatened me and told me if i didn't send you home by three am, he's going to tell everyone about your dildos again.

joanne: it's three ten, lark!

lark: and?

joanne: bye!

lark: don't sound so-

joanne: bye.