don't ya love to hyperfixate on a ship you invented?
~~~
Emily: 🎶 Two best friends in a room, they might kiss 🎶
Damien: Ok.
Emily: *Glitches.* what.
Damien: O.K.
Emily:
Emily's inner monologue: shit, fuck, fuck, what do I do, fuck, shit, what the fuck, help, are you there god its me emily, what the fuck in hell and fucking texas and what the fuck.
Damien's inner monologue: dammit, I broke her again.
~~~
Emily: personally, I don't get why he's so pissed. I am a slut, so no lies were told.
Priya: Oh, right, forgot to tell you. Damien likes you.
Emily: the fuck-? No he doesn't.
Priya: Oh trust me, he really does.
Emily: ...I'll ask.
Emily: DAMIEN!
Damien: *Beating the shit out of some slut-shamer.* Yeah?
Emily: IS IT TRUE THAT YOU LIKE ME?
Damien: what the, I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH YOU!
Emily: I... didn't say love.
Damien:
Emily:
Priya:
Random slut shamer:
Priya: See!?
Emily: he what?????????????
Priya: Oh crap, you broke him.
Emily: what do you- oh fuck, I did.
Damien: *Human equivalent of an error screen.*
Emily: Fuck, be right back, Pri!
Millie: *Walks over to Priya.* hey Priya, I heard all the noise. What's going on?
Priya: Oh, hey Millie! So, that guy over there called Emily a slut, and Damien got mad, and, well, long story short, Damien's in love with Emily, the guy isn't moving, and Emily-
Millie: -Is swapping saliva with Damien.
