#diego higa

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don’t you know I’m no good for you? I’ve learned to lose you, can’t afford to tore my shirt to stop you bleeding but nothing ever stops you leaving

quiet when I’m coming home and I’m on my own...

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San Myshuno Preparatory Academy, 13 years ago…

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🌈 happy pride month from the queer disasters of southern crest! ❤️

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let me be your everlasting light your sun when there is none I’m a shepherd for you and I’ll guide you through let me be your everlasting light

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Rodney: Don’t worry too much about the inventory. I’ll be in early in the morning to finish up. Uri: Thanks, Rodney. Tell the family I said hi. Rodney: You got it, son. Have a good night. Uri: Guess all I’ve gotta do is lock up then. Wanna come in? It should be quick. Diego: Please, before I freeze my balls off. Uri: You didn’t have to come pick me up. I walk home from here all the time. Diego: I’m right around the corner, it’d be a dick move if I didn’t. Besides, I wanted to, so don’t worry about it. Uri: Oh. Um. Okay, then. I guess I can go ahead and give you your Christmas present now, then. Diego: Uh... Beejay was my Secret Santa, I already got his gift at the party. Uri: I know. I just... that camera you got me was such an awesome present, I wanted to get you something too. Diego: You’re aware that’s exactly how this isn’t supposed to work, right? Uri: I know, I know. Just take it, please? Diego: Holy shit. You can’t even find this online. How much did this cost? Uri: It’s really not that bad. Rodney’s giving me a good deal on it, and I get the employee discount-- Diego: Uri. You really didn’t have to do this. Don’t get me wrong, it’s awesome, but-- Uri: I know. I just really like you so I wanted to-- I mean, I don’t like you, not like that, obviously, that’d be weird, right? [quietly] Fuck. I just mean, like, you know, you’re my friend and I-- Diego: Hey, Uri? Uri: ...yeah? Diego: Can I kiss you? Uri: I... wait, what? Diego: Is that a no? Uri: No! I mean, no, it’s not a no, it’s a yes. Not ‘yes, it’s a no’, it’s-- Diego: Uri. You can stop talking now.

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𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖'𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕪

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Travis [on the phone]: Oh, and one more thing. The fuck’s up with your drop last week? Diego: What about it? Travis: It’s not even half of your normal take. Diego: It’s winter break, school’s closed. Travis: Uh-huh. And that’s my problem how? Diego: It’s not like I normally have access to a couple thousand people in one place. And we just had mid-terms, everybody wanted uppers. Travis: Yeah, see, Diego, the thing is you’re saying a lot of stuff I don’t give a shit about. You owe me a grand. Figure it out. Diego: What the fuck, Travis. Travis: If you can’t handle it, I’ll get Darrius to do it. He was always good, but he might have some trouble on the street once everybody knows he snitched on your pops. Diego: You’re a piece of shit. Travis: [laughs] I know. Darrius: And in the end they were all dead. I waited six scenes for that! Didi: [laughs] You’re kidding! Darrius: I wish I was. It was the dumbest shit I’ve ever seen. Didi: I’ll be skipping that one then. Darrius: Wise choice. Very wise. Didi: Oh, Diego! Before you go... Diego: What’s up, Mrs. Prince? Didi: Have you heard from Shauna lately? I’ve been calling her to check in, but she hasn’t picked up. I talk to Izzy so I know she’s fine, but I’m just... wondering how she’s doing. Diego: Ohh... uh... sorry, I haven’t really been talking to her since she left. I’m sure she’s having a good time, whatever she’s doing. Didi: Right. Of course. Thank you. [sighs] Darrius: Hey. Diego’s right, she’s probably raising hell all over the desert. Calling mom would cramp her style. Didi: I know, I know. I just wish she’d talk to me.

[Diego’s text messages from Shauna] - DIEGo - digeo - diego - dont tell echo butur my bff - ive had liek 6 of thse lol - im glad yo dont have rtibal tattos i like your tatoos theyre cooool [Diego responding] - Enjoy your alcohol poisoning. - lol - WTF. Stop being an asshole and call your mom!

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Beejay: Hell yeah! Guys day out! Diego: Well, only because Echo and Aurora are busy and Shauna’s on the other side of the country, but sure. Beejay: Shh! They only bailed because they were overwhelmed by the power of our combined masculinity– Uri: Toxic masculinity. Beejay: –prowling the streets as men in our prime, sowing our wild oats– Uri: You know Echo would murder your if she heard you say that, right? Diego: Shit, I thought all we were doing was day drinking and going to a kung-fu movie marathon. I don’t bring any oats to sow. Beejay: Ha ha. We’re doing that too. Speaking of which, pretty sure we can fit all these beers in my backpack. Are we smoking too? Diego: Nah, I’d be passed out before the opening credits. Uri: We are absolutely gonna get banned from the theater for this. Diego: Hey. We are absolutely gonna be fine. Beejay: There’s also the whole underage drinking thing, but sure, getting banned from the theater could also be a problem. You ready? Diego: Hold on, my phone’s almost dead. Beejay: Charge your fucking phone! Diego: Just wait a sec, I’ll go grab my brother’s power brick. — Diego: Hey, Darr, is your– Darrius: What the fuck, Diego! Diego: Jesus Christ! Darrius: Get the fuck out! And fucking knock next time! Diego: Lock the fucking door next time! — Uri: You okay? You look kinda sick. Diego: I don’t wanna talk about it. Let’s just go.

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