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[on the first day as a bartender] customer: i'd like one martini, dry. elijah and yvonne, staring at all the liquid ingredients: sir, i don't know how to tell you this

someone: how many children do you have? jira: biologically, legally, or emotionally? because there's a difference.

ryujin, lying in a hospital bed: y’know you may call it a near-death experience, but i call it a vibe check from god jaein: *flicks him on the head*

koji: *strums guitar* koji, to mira: this next song is dedicated to you. it is called “you are so beautiful and i am so mad”. because you are very beautiful. and i’m very mad about it.

koji: *texting mira* hey, you wanna come over? mira: i just left your house. koji: koji: wanna come back?

[first date] jaein: so what do you do? ryujin: *holds up menu* you just choose a meal from this book of food

jaein: and then i said KNIFE to meet you. it was a funny little pun someone: you stabbed ryujin! we need to call an ambulance! ryujin: don’t worry! i’m in a STABle condition! jaejin: *finger guns*

blaise: okay, anfila, you’re in charge. take saphira and alara― anfila: YES! my fantasy threesome! blaise: saphira: alara: blaise: ... of allies on a mission.

charlie: where the fuck is my weed emiliano: language! charlie: oh, sorry. may i ascertain the whereabouts of my fucking weed?

cicero: he’s not your son killian and arcilla, handing him a paper: oh yeah? what does this say? cicero: "killian and arcilla have claimed oliver as theri son" ... this is written in crayon! killian and arcilla: he’s our son. cicero: there's even a spelling mistake! arcilla, turning to killian: you misspelled “their”? seriously? killian: shhh! i got nervous! my hand was shaking!

damon: well, i don’t like saying “i told you so”, but― ophelia: the hell you don’t, it’s your favorite phrase.

ouna: *accidentally bumps into the door* rowan: are you okay?? ouna: i’m fine! rowan: *to the door* you stand in ouna’s way one more time and i’ll make sure to take you down

evanora: blaise! what is this? blaise: it’s my to-do list. evanora: oh? that’s great. i’m so glad you’re starting to be― evanora: ... wait a minute. evanora: this just says “saphira.”

ahin: sometimes i feel like i don’t fit in anywhere. jinho: what do you mean? jinho: you fit perfectly into my arms! ahin, sobbing: ... shut up.

emiliano, after drinking two bottles of vodka: what if all caterpillars are gay, and them turning into butterflies is them coming out? apolline: please go to sleep! emiliano, halfway through another bottle: but think about it! sooah, from the kitchen: please, just shut up!

thomas: can you look for monsters under my bed? emiliano: the monsters don’t live under our beds, they live inside of us thomas: emiliano, kissing his forehead: sweet dreams, baby