starry eyed

TRISTAN: Nothing.

TRISTAN: If it is something you appreciate, then it is not foolish. It's not for me, but it's not foolish.

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APONI: What do you want, Tristan?

TRISTAN: I don't think it's foolish.

TRISTAN: I never said that.

APONI: You don't need to say it. It's obvious.

APONI: I know I don't act like your typical princess. I get it.

APONI: I get you don't understand it, or think it's foolish.

TRISTAN: Alright. Then I won't help any.

TRISTAN: You were there for a political moment basically. I was trying to help with that.

TRISTAN: I had you dance with me to help you.

TRISTAN: How am I messing with you?

APONI: You tell me I'm not "princess-like," all the fucking time, you make fun of me, hell, at your family's little party you had me dance with you only because you knew it'd make me uncomfortable.

TRISTAN: Nothing? You don't have to DO anything to be hot? You just...are

APONI: No, you idiot. I meant what did I ever do to make you want to fucking mess with me do damn much.

TRISTAN: Is what fun? Getting under your skin? Sometimes.

TRISTAN: But I wasn't joking about the whole you being hot thing.

APONI: Why? What the fuck have I EVER done to you?

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TRISTAN: KK

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APONI: Is this fun for you?

TRISTAN: K.

TRISTAN: What? It's true?

TRISTAN: Not looking for anyone to fuck

TRISTAN: Don't be so salty

TRISTAN: Bored

[...]

TRISTAN: Not into choking in bed