Zoey DeWilde & Ryan Wells
“MERLIN’S BEARD ZOEY!”
Taken by Joshua Hastings

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Zoey DeWilde & Ryan Wells
“MERLIN’S BEARD ZOEY!”
Taken by Joshua Hastings
“You’re fun-sized? Is that munchkin talk for ‘small’?”
"Call me a munchkin all you want-- but that won’t ever change the fact that I’m a munchkin that can kick your ass.”
“I’m literally a foot taller than you.”
"First you pick on me because I’m an alcoholic, now you pick on me because I’m fun-sized? Where are your manners, Ryry?”
“Then why’d you ask? It’s such a hard question. Makes me question my whole existence.”
"It was rhetorical my smol and precious son.”
“… A man?”
"No shit, Sherlock.”
Ryan gasped and put his hand to his chest. “How dare you make such a proposition? I am a respectable… gentleman.” He furrowed his brow. “Is it a bad thing I just had to think about saying I’m a man?”
"Who are you sometimes?”
“I’m just worried about you. Because I care.”
"If you’re so worried, maybe you should be helping me finish this bottle.”
“And you need help.”
"Are you shaming your best friend for being an alcoholic? How disgustingly rude of you.”
“Well, I don’t drink— not anymore, but I’m sure we can have fun together even without me drinking.”
"Not anymore? Who hurt you, my gorgeous, blonde, mermaid-like friend?”
“Pretty please?” He asked with a pout.
"Well that was pretty polite, but do I really have to share my booze?”
Victoire chuckled shaking her head, “at least one of us is having fun right now.”
"Nobody said you can’t have fun with me.”
“Yeah right, and the worst part is that you won’t share it right?”
“Have you tried asking politely yet?”
“Me? Drunk before midday? You’re ridiculous.”