[text] I accidentally saw Almasy’s peepee.

“That’s… you’re not scaring me. That’s the least scary thing I’ve ever seen, in fact, I’d say that’s an endearing look.”

“You’re so gonna regret this.”

“You know, when… you wanna just… throat punch someone, but you’re tryna get good with the lord?”

“Oh… sweet… Fayth. Shut up.”

“For the love of Yevon… no one better get married again for a LONG time… uggghhhhh… my head…”

“Hmm?? Oh! This iiiiis… rum and gin. And vodka and tequila… and lemonade. There’s like… candy in it too. Wanna try?”

“This isn’t even my wedding and I’m nervous.”

Chuami put the mascara brush down and sighed. The tips of her fingers had gone cold, and if she wasn’t careful, she was going to end up with a black nose.

“I’m gonna mess this up, aren’t I?”

“Not to be rude, but I’m kind of busy? And in my world, busy usually means handling sharp edges… I’m not pointing that out for my safety.”

“Tongues are just meat tentacles… in our mouths.”