perv quartet reactions to calling them a polycule:
roan: are you stupid? i’m obviously not “polyamorous” and if i had it my way, insinuating that i’m not completely and exclusively devoted to my mirca should be an offense punishable by death.
bryn: a “polycule??” nah, i have a HAREM—[seren and roan simultaneously whack them upside the head] OW HEY WHAT WAS THAT FOR
vesper: ARE YOU IMPLYING THAT WE, THE TWO TOP DUELISTS IN THE COUNTRY, ARE OFFICIALLY INVOLVED WITH THOSE DISGUSTING VERMIN THAT WE ARE CLEARLY SUPERIOR TO?! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT, FOOL!
seren: are you implying that we all see each others as equals? don’t make me laugh. but sure, we can call it that if it makes you feel better about yourself, if it lets you ignore what a sick, sad life we live. how dare you try to make us “cute”, how dare you dress us up and parade us around. how dare you soften the blow, how dare you pretend this isn’t the fucked-up, abusive mess it is. this tenuous group is going to implode and i’ll be the first one out. i won’t miss any of you in five or ten years.