”Oh, that’s hilarious.”
"Proven by your abrupt laughter, right?”
Never be a comedian, Cameron.
❝ Sniff your butt and you’ll find out, you butt. ❞
“—-I think I’ll pass, Ari.”
You’ve completely sidetracked him.
He didn’t even get to finish the joke!
❝ Because you smell like an old cheese fry. ❞
“————-What does an old cheese fry even smell like?”
"I’m sure you’re going to tell me."
"Your lack of enthusiasm is astounding."
"And because it’s a good conductor, obviously.”
Give who back.
( where did the dog go? where could it have possibly gotten to? it’s certainly not the wriggling lump beneath her sweater.
she didn’t just put a tiny little dog under her jumper to hide it. what are you talking about. she would never do something like that. )
Why are you the way that you are.
[ She stares at the concealed animal, wriggling around beneath the fabric of her sister’s sweater, brows furrowed and lips pursed. Yanking the dog away from Libby might hurt the poor thing, but there’s no other solution really.
Keeping it, though, would just be — for one thing, probably illegal — a hindrance. Turtles are low maintenance, dogs —- not so much. ]
( what do you mean ‘libra don’t fucking curl around the dog protectively and claim it as your own’. what do you mean. )
Mine now, sorry.
[ Scorpio was expecting something like this, actually. They’re fully prepared to use physical force on you Libby, I hope you know. ]
We have to give him back.
You can’t just—-keep someone else’s dog.
It doesn’t work like that.