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Explosion
I shall use a flamethrower to melt down the nail clippers. You can call me your lord and master for all eternity.
It's better not to heck with fire.
"So I have an archetype? Ouch. But, yes, I suppose I'm thinking about our situation. It's almost like a more tyrannical version of under new...
Hmm... That sounds like a logical explanation.
He opened his eyes, looking at her in surprise. "I don't know. The current situation, mostly. Why?"
Sleep is important! You must take the opportunity!
"I'm okay with that being unachievable, I guess." He shut his eyes for a moment, thinking.
"Right, right. I must not sing enough songs for you. I'll remember that oath, because one day you will be taking it back." He brushed back his...
"Oh, yes. It's true that I have a crush on you," he said, sarcastically, the words unfamiliar and distasteful in his mouth. "But I suppose that...
"Jealous? I think you're just mad that I mocked you." He grinned, tilting his head slightly.
He mimicked a girly voice, holding his hands together and batting his eyes. "Oh, he's sooo artistic and strong! Totally not pathetic!"
He nudged her playfully. "Well of course you think that."
"Artsy, song writer, he's got an obvious soft spot, but I only assume it's because you two were together. It's only a hypothesis."
"Well that sounds fun. He does seem like a pushover, though." Francis stretched him arms, rolling his sleeves up.
He pressed further, pursing his lips. "Did he sing you songs over the phone?"
"Oh the tension is real. So was it you or him?" he inquired further, a teasing look on his face.
He stifled a laugh, before continuing. "One of those artsy guys?"
"Me too." He his a snicker, then raised an eyebrow. "That Evan guy seemed pretty concerned."
"We should wait. At least until tomorrow." He sat back again. "Now we're know other people are there, at least."
