Tehatl and Hersha start talking. You don't really catch what they're saying from this point on. He nudges her shoulder, and that's when you catch it.
That stupid fucking ring.
You should've seen it coming. No, really. This is your fault for thinking the trolls around you could keep to one simple rule.
The three of you were friends. Only friends. Of equal agreement, you asked of them one simple thing:
No in-team quad-coddling.
No kismesii, no moirails, no matesprits. The three of you were on equal terms. You could quad-up with others sure, but.
Oh, who are you kidding. You shake the ash from your cigarette, turn on your heel, and walk right back out the apartment.
SS: where d¤ y¤u think y¤u're g¤ing?
SS: we're n¤t d¤ne.
AC: nah nah, : th:nk we are
AC: :ts f:ne
AC: :m sure u 2 paleb:rds w:ll f:gure :t out just f:ne on your own
AC: bes:des
AC: :m not look:ng 2 b a th:rd wheel on ur proverb:al tr:cycle r:de
CE: ww ..WHAT? ww
CE: ww WHAT IS HE.. ww
AC: ohhh
AC: :ts "what :s /he/" now?
AC: good 2 kno
SS: Jejrik.
AC: nah
AC: :ts cool.
