Chad: so let me get this straight, bruh.
Chad: Bruh, so if I tell brosef, Andy, that I think they’ve got nice thighs, lips, butt or eyes— then I’m flirting?
Friend: indeed, my dude. Why?
Chad: Doesn’t matter. what if I compliment their ears?
Friend: they’ll think you think they’re fat
*Chad groan at the injustice.*
Chad: but how do I tell a fellow bruh that I like them but not like like them in a romo way but in a deeper, spiritual broski way. I wanna cuddle, be vulnerable and stare gaze together. Like deep broski stuff, ya feel me?
*Friend puts hand on their shoulder and sighs*
Friend: I don’t get it, but I think brosef Andy will understand if ya tell ‘em what ya said to me.
*Chad hide their head in their lap.*
Chad: Broski stuff is tougher than I thought, bruh. Can I bruh-kiss ya, dude? I think I really need that rn.
Friend: sure, bruh. I know ya can do it with Andy. They’ll understand.
*Friend and Chad do a quick peck on each other’s cheeks as the two lay under a starry night sky.*
<Quintessential Aromance>
Redefine Bromance as Aromance.
Take Bromance from the straights and allos.
It’s our destiny as the No Romo Gang.
For more aro broski action, keep on putting out the Aro message that we’re taking THE BRUH.
Edit [2020_2_3]: Part 2: Brosef Andy
Edit [2020_4_18]: Me got renamed to Chad
