Shampoo?:
(Cristopher calls Crisbell)
Cristopher: um...Crisbell? Just double checking, that yellow stuff in the fridge, it isn't shampoo right?
Crisbell: no, that isn't shampoo, that's lemonade...
Cristopher: cause it tastes like shampoo.
Crisbell: how do you know what shampoo tastes like? 🤨
Cristopher: well, I shower with my mouth open and things happen.
Crisbell:.....
Cristopher: and, totally hypothetical, how bad would it be if someone were to wash their hair with lemonade?
Crisbell:...Cristopher, you didn't...
Cristopher: Crisbell, I did.
End
Not tissues:
(Crisbell got banned from a store for her spiky headband and now she's crying outside the super market)
Cristopher: *has a box of what looks like tissues*
Crisbell: *takes one and wipes her tears with them* thank you...
Cristopher: wait those aren't-
Crisbell: *her eyes start burning* WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE?!
Cristopher: -tissues....
Willhelm: they're cart disinfectant wipes.
Narrator: Crisbell was sad, but not as sad as she would be later when she mistakes those owchie wipes for toilet paper.
Crisbell: I what now?
End
My take on the scene where it's revealed Willhelm knew Cristopher's brother:
Cristopher: *picks up Willhelm and aims for the window*
Crisbell: no! Don't throw him!
Cristopher: *throws Willhelm anyways*
(Time skip brought to you by my urge to throw Willhelm out the window)
Crisbell: will he be okay?
Cristopher: he's only been gone for two hours.
Willhelm: *slams open the door. He's covered in vines and dirt* you threw me into A GODDAMN FOREST!
Cristopher: dang. I threw shorter than I wanted to.
Crisbell: guys!
End
Stocking for you:
(Christmas shopping)
Cristopher: *has a stocking with an L on it* here, a stocking, for you, it's an L, for love you! *hands Willhelm the stocking*
Willhelm: here, a stocking for you, it's an L, for leave me alone.
Crisbell:...jeez...
(Later Cristopher was crying and watching gay romance movies (I don't gaf about how he likes Willhelm's niece, he's gay in my heart.) and thinking about life.)
Crisbell: *knocks on the door* Cristopher? *knocks on the door again* Cristopher!? *knocks on the door yet again* Cristopher, I'm respecting your privacy but I am about to assert my authority as your friend and bust down this door myself!
Cristopher: *opens the door* I'm fine. Buenas noches.
Crisbell: it's 5:14.
Cristopher: exactly. I'm tired. Good night.
End
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Cristales dumb stuff and stories
FanfictionCristales is neat. These are just some stupid stories written by me. Be easy on me. I ain't a professional writer. There's one ship, it's Cristopher x Willhelm. (Sometimes Willhelm needs to actually shut the fuck up)
