caluminthehood: what is it what happened who do i need to kill
astroash: you don't need to kill anyone
caluminthehood: why are you sad
astroash: mikey is making me go outside astroash: "you need to be in a social environment" astroash: "talk to real people" astroash: i think the fuck not
caluminthehood: okay so you're being a dramatic bitch™️ caluminthehood: why?
astroash: cause i didn't wanna get dressed astroash: but he was gonna take my phone away so i listened to him
caluminthehood: you sound like a child
astroash: yeah
caluminthehood: what did you end up wearing
astroash: sigh astroash: gimme a second
caluminthehood: okay
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"Mikey!" Ashton screamed, clutching his phone in his hand as he leaned casually against the bathroom countertop.
Michael came running into the bathroom, wearing a frightened look on his face. "What?"
Ashton innocently looked up at his younger friend. "Take a picture of me?"
Michael's features immediately switched to a frown. "Don't do that to me."
Ashton's lips slipped into a pout. "I'm sorry."
"It's fine." Michael shrugged. "Just please do not scream like that over a photo."
"I-I won't. I'm sorry." Ashton bit his lip. "I really appreciate you being here for me, Mike. Thank you."
"You're my best friend. I wouldn't rather be anywhere else."
That made Ashton smile.
"Plus, I don't have anywhere else to be."
That made Ashton chuckle. "Take the picture."
Michael held his hand out, and Ashton placed his phone carefully into his palm. "Anything for you, mate."
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astroash:
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(please just pretend his hair is black, i'll probably change the photo later but i'm too tired right now)
caluminthehood: okay what the fuck caluminthehood: this is not fair caluminthehood: my eyes are sweating
