At the yearly Kyrimorut cookout:
Rav: “Remember that one time you and Vau got so drunk you took a dingy out into that typhoon with two rods, a cooler, a bottle, one sandwich and Mird? Jango, me and Wad’e looked for you guys for almost three days, just to find the two of you asleep huddled together under an emergency blanket with Mird on your laps and you were still holding Vau’s rod while he had his feet up on the cooler, bottle and sandwich still intact and neither of you even realized what had happened or how long it had been but apparently you’d lost one of your rods the first hour in?”
Kal: “SHUT THE FUCK UP I WAS HOLDING MY OWN ROD NOT HIS!!!”
Rav: “Calm down fruit by the foot, It’s ok to be gay. Obviously no one gives a shit because half the people here are gay. And that shit was hilarious by the way, we were all just mad you didn’t invite us.”
Parja: *cough, wheeze* “WHAT?!”
Omega, delta and null squads: “HUUH?!¿!¡?¡?!”
Present Alpha ARC’s and others: “Uhhh…?!?”
Rav: “Those years were good times. :)”
Kal: “SHUT THE FUCK YOUR MOUTH RIGHT NOW!!!”
Rav: “Your so fekking adorable when you’re mad lol, lil ankle biter. I could pinch your cheeks right now. :))”