magic anon: you can't lie (until 11/16)
“Yeah, Q, I can handle it don’t worry,” Otis spoke as quietly into the phone as possible without making it too suspicious. “My plan? Uh, I was just going to chill and tell you I did it,” he said calmly. “Wait, I’m kidding!” He panicked, “I was actually going to smoke a joint with Lillian and—Fuck. I’ll call you later. “
Otis hung up and I texted Lillian.
Hey, so. Something is def wrong.










