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I lied when I said I didn’t steal that cat. Or perhaps I’m lying now?
When's the wedding? I'll even pay for your dress.
WHY DO YOU ASSUME I’M WEARING A DRESS?!
((Cause you’re a drama queen))
I’M NOT EVEN GETTING MARRIED!
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Hi there.
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What are your thoughts on Jason Todd?
Sometimes I hate him immensely and sometimes he’s a source of entertainment. I take great joy in annoying him and bringing up the item he most despises. While I don’t enjoy that there may be some romantic feelings going on between him and Thalia. I view him as an enemy and sometimes good conversation. He’s rather reliable at least he seems to be when it comes to other people. Competent too.
If I didn’t still have the will to live I’d let him shoot me right now just to end this insane and uncontrolled blathering I’m doing. I change my mind shoot me now. Nonodon’tevengetthatgunnearme!
Hey, Thad! What, exactly, do you think about - say, my hair?
He turns away from Jason and grinds his teeth hoping by some miracle that he could just prevent himself from saying anything, but of course you can’t always keep it in. “It’s nice alright?! It looks soft and nice. No, I don’t want to touch it, so don’t ask! You’re a piece of fucking shit Todd y’know that?!" he turns around arms crossed with his nails digging into his sides.
Guns.
Only if they’re aimed at my knees, but you already know that.