hey.

no i mean like. . . no mayo. ( he shuffles a foot against the floor, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. blue eyes flicker to the look on their face, then away. ) i don't think anyone would have fun with that.

( red? never heard of that color ever. more of a purple guy. [francis, red is in purple.] ) i uh- ( clears his throat. ) well- i- a- answer still stands?

( a blush creeps up from the base of his neck, up his ears and aaaaaaaaall the way to his cheeks. ) o-oh.

you said sandwich.

listen i'm down but no mayo that stuff is gross.

clearly art school wasn't my calling.

😔

do we order a tombstone or just wait for him to come back? like — with a Mario mushroom or something.

( s q u i n t s. ) how many times have you been blown up at this point?

are you trying to gaslight me out of you getting blown up.

humor to cope.

ghost for Halloween, very nice.

I'm not! I thought people turned blue when they stopped breathing anyway.