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He laughed.” That movie is super hilarious and Chucky will forever be a legend, i mean his humor makes you not hate him for all the shit his does.”  

“Dude, I feel the same way. You gotta admit he has funny lines even when he is doing terrible shit. He’s seriously one of the most underrated horror villains.”

“We need to stop,” he blurted, trying to avoid extending the conversation any longer. They were headed for a dark place if they were to continue. A place filled with knowing what needed to be done and not being able to follow through. “Don’t.” he muttered, feeling his stomach flip. “You took the mozzarella sticks for granted and paid the price. That one is on you, not the sticks.” Their conversation was making Aiden rather hungry, still eagerly awaiting their coming meal. “Yeah that’s the one. Hopefully the baby bro can make me proud. He rarely disappoints.”

“Like you’re watching a movie about your life instead of experiencing it. Yeah.” Saige nodded, squinting in thought. “That’s usually how I think about past relationships.” The fact that he actually knew the movie behind the reference actually kind of surprised her – not a lot of people had actually seen it, but he was right. “I love that song. Eighties music in general is just so… thematic. I love all of it. I love music that takes you somewhere. Even if it’s a neon roller rink. Or maybe especially if.” Smiling, she shifted in her spot until she was comfortable to settle in as she listened, picturing it all in her mind as he spoke. “I always wondered what the other side to that story was. You know, about what could’ve made her so vain. Icarus, he was taught how to fly and given his wings. I like to think Cepheus loved her so much, he spoiled her with his praise. Or maybe she didn’t get enough of it. Maybe Cepheus loved Andromeda more, and Cassiopeia was afraid.” Turning her head, she was sure she spotted a throne, excitement in her voice. “Look! There she is.” The stars reflected in her awe-filled eyes, lips curving into a smile. “You know what? She is beautiful.”

“ well, i’m pretty sure some idiot decked my car while i was trying to park outside and now i got thrown on the damn floor for a $7 blender while all i was trying to reach was the damn cappuccino box.” the blonde explained, ending with a dramatic sigh as she looked at her ruined jacket. “ —and now my jacket’s ruined. fantastic.” she rolled her eyes. 

“Y’know, as much as I hate the flu, I’ll still take it over pneumonia any day.” Now that had to be the absolute worst, at least in Tessa’s opinion. But then again, when she got pneumonia, it was the absolute worst thing imaginable. It knocked her down for months. “But I agree. The flu can fuck off. All of these damn viruses can fuck off.”

“Shit, you’re right. I hear that’s the worst. How long did it take you to heal up from it?” Dax wondered, not exactly knowing if he’d vaguely recalled the healing process to be a lot longer than most in health class at one point in time. “You’d think since we go through flu season every year people would learn to cover their mouth when they coughed too. Or actually stay home to get better.” 

“Yeah?” He’s surprised. He had no idea Dax was getting so busy. “Well, shit, dude. Maybe you’ve found it, you know. The fated ‘one’,” he tells his cousin. He doesn’t actually believe in that sort of thing but he entertains the thought of it sometimes for Dax’s sake. Also: they’re highschoolers. If the idea of ‘the one’ was kind of stupid to begin with, it’s even more stupid to apply it to fickle-minded teens. “You seeing her again soon?” He asks, a little curious. With his life so empty, Dax’s adventures are the most entertaining thing he’s got going for him.

“Dude. You think so? I guess only time will tell. And I’ll hope I don’t do something dumb enough in the meantime to sabotage it all.” He had a tendency to do just that out of fear alone. Not to even mention the unnecessary pressure he had to never get into a monogamous relationship. “I think so. She wants me to hang a lot lately.” It was a mixed bag of emotions for him, on one hand, he had a bad habit of being clingy to people, but once people were clingy to him, he had an en route of running from it. “You don’t think that’s too fast, do you?” Dax asked only knowing his cousin was much more rational than him. 

“Like you see yourself outside yourself? Sometimes I dream like that.” Most of the time, even in her artistic brain, she was too grounded in her emotions to lose her grip on reality completely. “Well maybe they do, but I’m not from here and I love it. I’ve been waiting my whole life for someone to hold a boombox over their head outside my window for me.” It was 100% her just being jokey, but she also had a hard time imagining a scenario where it wouldn’t sweep her off her feet. “Okay, I’m down. What do you know about Cassiopeia? I’m curious.” She knew of the myth – in fact, she’d painted it before. But she wanted to hear his version of it.

“Some people do actually do that. Astral projection,” she named, like it was the most average thing in the world. “Why! I think it’s really neat,” Saige shrugged. “Gooey marshmallows is basically my happy place. I could easily eat a dozen of these.” She stuck a big one to the rod Dax gave her, making sure it was on there snug enough where it wouldn’t fall off if she left it singeing and partially crispy like she wanted. “Okay. I have my stick, I have my marshmallows. Are we looking for specific constellations?”