Conversation

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Description: Astrid and Hiccup have a very 'normal' conversation (these conversations are based off me and my friends talking)

Word count: 410

"So what do you think Brendon Urie was on when he wrote don't threaten me with a good time?" Astrid asked as we sat upside down in her lounge.

"Obviously a pack of camels and a smoke alarm." I state.

We both crack up. We probably look extremely weird. Two 19 year olds hanging upside down on a couch red in the face laughing.

"Remember that presentation where we had that random thoughts and conversations page?" I ask.

"Oh my god yes. I have that on my laptop still." She flips up and runs off.

I sit properly on the faded green couch. Astrid returns holding her laptop covered in dragon stickers.

"Here we are." She opens it and types in her password.

The nice screensaver of me and her kissing is suddenly replaced by her documents. Scrolling down she pulls up a PowerPoint about climate change effecting food production. She clicks on the last slide. The title is random thoughts/conversations.

"I wanna kiss. Kisses you. Thanks. Your welcome. Starts singing your welcome." She giggles at our 16 year old selves.

"I'm hungry I could go for a taco." I roll my eyes.

"Randomly singing the llama song. Why now it's stuck in my head. Haha mission accomplished."

"I never liked ducks. Evvvvvillllll ducks. Ducks are dicks. Elise in background I have a friend that's a duck. What?" I laugh.

"Hey guess what. What? Your now aware of your own breathing. Hiccup no! Also blinking. I hate you. Oh great now I'm aware of both." She groans.

"Booyakasha!"

"What dorks we were." Astrid giggles.

"We are still dorks." I chuckle.

"I love you. Cause you are more of a dork than I am."

"No I think you are. I love you too."

"We are equal dorks. Hey guess what."

"What."

"I still don't like ducks."

"Evil ducks."

"I wanna be a llama."

"Why?"

"Cause llamas are amazing. They're like unicorns but minus the horn and horse stuff. What do want to be?" She sits in my lap.

"A goat."

"And why is that."

"Cause you can just ram people and eat grass all day. Nobody messes with a goat." I say.

"I'd mess with a goat. Imma llama so I could take down you in a battle." She flips her hair into my face.

"Staph." I flick it off my face.

"I want to braid your hair." She grabs a small bit of my auburn hair.

"Knock yourself out."
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