👑 ir·re·sist·i·ble 👑

Really well. I mean, I could be more popular, but you know. I trust you’re doing well too?

Oh, I know that for sure. But I guess you’ll have to get used to sharing the spotlight. Y̶o̶u̶r̶ i̶m̶a̶g̶e̶ i̶s̶ f̶i̶n̶e̶, d̶o̶n̶'t̶ w̶o̶r̶r̶y̶. 

You look like you know something. But you know I’m not the kind to keep secrets. M̶o̶s̶t̶ o̶f̶ t̶h̶e̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶ a̶t̶ l̶e̶a̶s̶t̶.

I’d rather die then share anything, thanks. Considered, and rejected, no thanks!

Well, nothing specific, but a little birdie told me that someone has a crush. And I do mean little birdie very literally. Those things never shut up, do they?

As much as Hew enjoyed spending time with Chad, he would admit that he was only half listening at this point in the conversation. Not because he intended to be rude, but because he was spending the other half of his attention giving capabilities trying to figure out what Chad was actually talking about.

The blonde seemed to assume that he was some kind of Tourney expert like he was, when Hew was, in fact, the furthest possible thing from this. Even just the terminology was confusing him. So, he now stood with the choice of attempting to cleverly change the subject, or at least lean it towards something abput Tourney he might understand, or just admit that he had no idea what Chad was talking about.

“What?” He decided to say, because that was the most accurate word to summarize his feelings. Hew tried to respond, but Chad cut him off again. “Wait, what? You’ve never- tourney is a defining life experience. It’s the nation’s pastime!” He slowed down as he came to a terrifying realization. “You’ve totally been zoning out this whole time, haven’t you?”

Really well. I mean, I could be more popular, but you know. I trust you’re doing well too?

Well I mean same old, same old I guess. 

Whaaaaat, Uma?

Whaaaaat, Uma?

No it’s your uncanny ability to follow my orders. Even if sometimes you’re quite slow.

….oh. What are you trying to peer pressure me into doing this time?

Whaaaaat, Uma?