rswr incorrect quotes pt 3!!
noise: i’ve got one foot in the grave, but in a kind of fun, flirty way.
noise: the way one might slip on a fishnet stocking.
flow: are you fucking stupid?
noise: i mean, broadly, yeah, but what prompted you to ask?
flow: it wasn’t a question. are you sexualizing depression and/or death?
noise:
noise: hell yeah!
roman: buy a man eat fish, he day.
roman: teach fish man?
roman *chuckles*: to a lifetime.
youngblood: roman, please sit down, i think you have a concussion.
noise: when i was little-
youngblood: *snorts*
youngblood: “was”.
roman: damn, noise! are you a construction worker?
roman: because YOU are BUILDING!
noise:
noise: what?
roman: 👍
noise: wait… you like me? for my personality?
youngblood: we know, we were surprised too!
roman: *nodding*
noise: i’m going to eat a hammock.
roman: please don’t.
youngblood: NOISE STOP TRYING TO EAT INANIMATE OBJECTS.
noise: NO.
noise: glass looks fucking exquisite though…
youngblood: STOP.
roman: hammock doesn’t even taste good.
noise:
youngblood:
youngblood: how would you know?
roman: context: i was a kid.
youngblood: that doesn’t provide context??
noise: seeee bloody? join the cult!
youngblood *talking to the bard king*: hey worstie! remember to drink sewage water and become the dirt i walk on! i hate you ❤️
britney: how’s the sexiest person here~?
flow: i don’t know, how are they~?
britney *flustered*: i-
noise *from across the room*: I’M DOING HORRIBLY, THANKS!
youngblood *tending to roman’s wounds*: how would you rate your pain?
roman: zero stars. would NOT recommend.
roman: what’s your biggest fear in life?
noise: probably that all of my friends are gonna realize that i’m an asshole and that they’re all gonna abandon and forget about me because i’ll never be good enough. you?
roman: damn. that was deep.
roman: i was gonna say the kool aid man but now i feel dumb.
britney: we’re playing scrabble. it’s a nightmare.
roman: scrabble? scrabble’s great!
britney: not when you’re playing with djembe, it’s not. he puts words like “eumoirous” and i put “jam”.
djembe: now gang, what do we say when we’re sad?
roman *nodding sagely*: it is what it is.
youngblood: arson solves everything?
noise *pats dirt hole*: my grave.
flow: add to cart.
britney: my sadness may be chronic but my ass? fucking iconic.
djembe: NO TO ALL OF THOSE-
noise: there are no fruits named after colours, other than blueberries.
roman: starfruit?
noise: so close! that is a shape ❤️











