XY: Hey, can you pass me the Xylophone?
Luka: the what?
XY: The xylophone. Do you not know what a xylophone is? It’s this instrument that has-
Luka: I know what a xylophone is, XAVIER. But there aren’t any xylophones in this room.
XY: there’s one literally right next to you, just slide it over to me. It’s not that hard.
Luka: do you- do you mean this marimba?
XY: yea, the xylophone
Luka: those aren’t the same thing
XY: oh yeah, prove it
Luka: Wh- what do you mean, prove it? They’re different instruments. Just use google or a dictionary or basic knowlege of-
XY: sorry I can’t hear you, I’n too busy playing the Xylophone
Luka: No, you’re not, that’s not a-
XY: You’re always like “music is about feelings” and “you gotta listen to your heart” and whatever. Well, I’m listening to my heart, and it’s telling me that this. Is. A. Xylophone.
Luka: that’s not how it works! Octavia, tell him that’s not how it works
XY: Octavia is literally a guitar. She cannot talk because she’s not alive.
Luka: You take that back right now!
XY: ok. I’m sorry Octavia, that was very uncool of me. But Luka, I’m not apologizing to you. And for the record, Octavia is definitely on my side
Luka: No she’s NOT
XY: oh? What’s that? Oh, really Octavia? You think I’m the best Xylophone player you’ve ever heard? You’re such a flatterer
Luka: you know what? I’m leaving. If you and Octavia are SO CLOSE now, you can watch over her
XY: oh I will. Me and X.Y.Lo are going to have a blast and Octavia will have to see that we are the coolest music duo of all time
Luka: fine!
...
*30 seconds later*
Luka: Ok give me my guitar back. I miss her and I’m sorry
XY: yea of course, here you go
Luka: I’m sorry Octavia Melody Couffaine, I’ll never insult you again, please don’t be mad at me, I’ll write a song for you
XY: you can play it on this xylophone!
Luka: for the last time, that’s not a- wait, that’s not even...
Luka: *deep breath*
Luka: I thought you were talking about the marimba, which is bad enough, but that is literally a saxophone
XY: no, it’s a xylophone. The music of the universe told me-
Luka: shut up right now or I’m kicking you out of my house
XY: no you won’t, it’ll make Octavia sad.
Luka: you’re right.
XY: as always
Luka: we’ll just agree to disagree on this
XY: oh I’m not agreeing to anything. You’re going to call X.Y.Lo a xylophone, because she is one, or she’s going to start crying and it will be your fault
Luka: fine, that’s fair
Luka: welcome to the family X.Y.Lo Couffaine
XY: wait why is she a Couffaine and not a Roth
Luka: when you learn how to actually parent your instruments instead of just forcing them to be a part of your nonsense, you can claim credit as their rightful family
XY: fine
XY:...
XY: hey Luka
Luka: what?
XY: do you dare me to do a handstand?
Luka: no I don’t- why do I even bother
XY: you’re welcome.
Luka: I didn’t say anything
XY: I was talking to Octavia, the only one here who appreciates my talent.
XY: Ok, bye Octavia, the only cool person who lives here, I gotta go back to my place, goodnight
