I mean it, moron. There's something about you that I don't think anyone else can top. No one here has my heart like you do, and I wouldn't want anyone else to have it anyway.
I love having you around, even when I'm pissed at you and want to rip you hair out of your skull. I know we just started, but...I hope we last.
[ She feels goofy with how wide she's grinning down at this piece of paper. ] Yeah, I might be a moron, but I'm the moron who's stolen your heart and ruined you for anyone else. I think that might make me a genius.
I feel the same way. I don't even want to imagine what would happen for all of this to end. I love you too much for that. Plus, I think Silco might kill me if we broke up.
Huh. Aren't we being cocky? I'll have to take care of that whenever our babysitter lets us out of our rooms so we can play.
Then let's make a deal right now. Whatever crap we go through, we work it out. Even if it means we gotta argue for weeks or months. We'll sit and talk until we find some common ground. ESPECIALLY if it's something Sleep cooked up and it's pinning us against each other.
You're not just my girlfriend. You're still my best friend and I don't want to lose anything that we have with each other. And definitely don't want to lose it over some wannabe goddess who doesn't know a thing or two about taking care of her people or ruling her city.
We got a deal, Bluebell. I'd like to think there's nothing she can possibly do to get between us, but... We both know how bad shit can get here, how quickly things can go sour in our own heads.
That's part of why we're writing these letters, right? To keep from letting One and Sleep's bullshit get between us. I don't want to risk us.
Now we've got some gross little love letters to look back on whenever we have to be apart.
Yeah, but you love it. I know I do. I always thought people in school were stupid when they got all gross dating someone, but now that I'm dating you... I like it. A lot.
I miss you, too. I just want to lay in bed, watch some movies with you, and make out.
Love has a way to getting into people's heads. I mean, I'd do some crazy shit for you.
Yeah? I like the sound of that. Maybe we can go find a hot tub to get all cozy in. Add some candles, a little music, and we could even make it a sexy date.
Oh really? Would you be crazy enough to lick a gun for me? Unloaded, of course. Don't want your pretty brains splattered all over the walls. Only I can get to do that.
But ya know, I feel like you grinding against my machine gun would be a good sight. Or maybe we play around with paint. It'd be a real work of art if we could get your tits printed against the canvas. We can go with orange, your favorite color.
[ The idea makes her brain feel like static in a pleasant, exciting way. ] I think I might actually be into that idea. I also wouldn't turn down a sharp object or two. A touch of danger is the type of crazy I can get behind.
Grind on a gun, smash my tits up against some canvas. I can do both. Surprised you don't wanna go with rainbow paint.
Please, auditions were over months ago, and you know it. Same for me. Not that I was looking for anyone. There's a reason I was so cagey about getting together, about being in love. It's kinda scary to care about someone the way I do you.
Are you saying you like my ass more than my tits? Well. Shit. I guess it is pretty nice.
You'll be waiting a long time for that, Bluebell. Some things don't get apology sex. [ She won't feel bad for taking her time. ]
Damn, I didn't realize you were such a body connoisseur. Speaking of which, I keep meaning to ask, but is there anything you'd like to see me in next time we can get together?
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Breaking my heart here, Jinx. I'll never recover.
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Damn, you almost make me feel confident.
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I love having you around, even when I'm pissed at you and want to rip you hair out of your skull. I know we just started, but...I hope we last.
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I feel the same way. I don't even want to imagine what would happen for all of this to end. I love you too much for that. Plus, I think Silco might kill me if we broke up.
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Then let's make a deal right now. Whatever crap we go through, we work it out. Even if it means we gotta argue for weeks or months. We'll sit and talk until we find some common ground. ESPECIALLY if it's something Sleep cooked up and it's pinning us against each other.
You're not just my girlfriend. You're still my best friend and I don't want to lose anything that we have with each other. And definitely don't want to lose it over some wannabe goddess who doesn't know a thing or two about taking care of her people or ruling her city.
We got a deal, Rabbit?
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That's part of why we're writing these letters, right? To keep from letting One and Sleep's bullshit get between us. I don't want to risk us.
Now we've got some gross little love letters to look back on whenever we have to be apart.
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But geez, do I miss you.
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I miss you, too. I just want to lay in bed, watch some movies with you, and make out.
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Woah! That's a hot suggestion. What's next? We should get in a tub to together?
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Yeah? I like the sound of that. Maybe we can go find a hot tub to get all cozy in. Add some candles, a little music, and we could even make it a sexy date.
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But ya know, I feel like you grinding against my machine gun would be a good sight. Or maybe we play around with paint. It'd be a real work of art if we could get your tits printed against the canvas. We can go with orange, your favorite color.
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Grind on a gun, smash my tits up against some canvas. I can do both. Surprised you don't wanna go with rainbow paint.
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The rainbow paint is for your ass.
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Are you saying you like my ass more than my tits? Well. Shit. I guess it is pretty nice.
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Don't put words in my mouth, Blondie, I'm the unbiased type. They're both beautiful, they both bounce, and I stare at them equally. ;)
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Damn, I didn't realize you were such a body connoisseur. Speaking of which, I keep meaning to ask, but is there anything you'd like to see me in next time we can get together?
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There's a name for this. I can't quite put my finger on it.
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You'll be remembered.
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