#ayraztige

[soullessbullshit]

Khoshekh: Fuck me if I’m wrong, but-

Ayrenn and Razum-dar: You’re wrong.

Khoshekh:

Khoshekh: Both of you?!

[cinnamonzor]

Razum-dar: [exists]

Ayrenn: [also exists]

Khoshekh: Gay thoughts are a bus and I am Regina George.

Shazah: …What does any of that even mean???

[soullessbullshit]

Razum-dar: How do polycules break up with someone? Do they vote someone off like an Among Us imposter or...?

Ayrenn: Keep asking questions at three fucking A.M. and you’ll find out.

Khoshekh, still completely asleep: mlehhhh... [rolls over and bops Raz on the head]

[soullessbullshit]

Khoshekh: Will you still SnapChat me when I’m old and wrinkly?

Ayrenn: No, because when we’re older we’ll be seeing your face on the pillow next to us.

Khoshekh, short-circuiting: I swear to fuck if you guys get any smoother I’m gonna slip and fall on my ass.

Razum-dar, winking: Then Raz wishes he was the floor~

Khoshekh: [Vestige.exe has stopped working]

[soullessbullshit]

Khoshekh: How do I get someone to like me?

Lyris: Just tell them about yourself.

[later...]

Khoshekh, to Raz and Ayrenn: I’m socially awkward and I can eat a cheeseburger in two bites.

[cinnamonzor]

Ayrenn: I got Netflix for the three of us like you asked.

Khoshekh: Holy shit, you’re the best! I've been mooching off the Companions’ account for years and I’m sick of Abby mocking me for watching so many cartoons.

Ayrenn: Wait, what do mean “account?”

Khoshekh: Their Netflix account?

Ayrenn:

Razum-dar: Like their profile? We wanted one of our own. They're like eight dollars.

Ayrenn: Oh... You meant an account on the service...

Razum-dar: Yeah, what did you think we meant?

Ayrenn: Uhhh...

Khoshekh: Wait... Renn, what did you buy?

Ayrenn:

Ayrenn: Netflix...

[cinnamonzor]

Khoshekh: Don't worry, guys! We got this! With the three of us, our love can conquer anythi-!

Monster: [smacks them all across the room into a wall]

Khoshekh: Owwww…

Razum-dar: Uuuuugh…

Ayrenn: The power of love is bullshit…! The power of swords and violence…? Now that's where the money is…

[cinnamonzor]

Khoshekh, writing in their journal: Day three of quarantine. My partners and I are trying to make a gender reveal cake.

Khoshekh: We’re in agreement the general concept is stupid.  Also, nobody's pregnant and none of us know how to bake. There’s like a fifty percent chance at least one of us will die in the process. These “counterintuitive” factors only make us want to do it more.

Khoshekh: Should I perish in this endeavor, it is here in this journal entry that I shall officially request for my funeral to feature a choir singing a song that I composed last week out of boredom. It’s called “I Told You So, Jackasses” and can be found around five pages back from here.

Khoshekh: All in all, it’s looking to be an excellent day. I will return with the results of both our baking project and my efforts to covertly dye Raz’s ear fur neon green with food coloring. I’m almost certain Renn will make no efforts to stop me.