of voidisms

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Romillia: And he is the only thing that stands between you and breaking something irreparably.

Titus: How sweet. And here I am, thinking the right thing to do is damage things for your precious siblings.

Titus: Does this mean Asher's your favorite? Playing favorites now, big brother?

Titus: Romillia, you are quite possibly the most fucked up person I've ever had the pleasure of meeting.

Titus: And I've met Arlis Wolff.

Romillia: Someone here won't let me speak to her, so I cannot say for sure, but it seems like Arlis is a different type of fucked up.

Now that you’ve thoroughly embarrassed the both of us, where are we going?

Oh, I know you love me. You’re, like, the worst at hiding when you love someone. Worse than Loki, actually, which is really saying something. Exhibit A, you always stand between me and the street, because you know I have an irrational fear of automobiles. And you know that, not because anyone has ever told you, but because you pay attention to the little things. Exhibit B, whenever we’re in a room with other people, you stand at my back because you hate being in a crowd while you’re sober, and you trust me. Exhibit C, you almost killed that cop the other day when he tried to feel me up. Exhibit D, you do everything I ask you, even when you think it’s stupid or degrading.

Do you want me to continue, or do you get what I’m saying?

You know what no one likes, Russo?

I have Loki, Marilyn, and an overprotective big brother who loves me. He just doesn’t realize it yet.

I don’t realize that I love you?

Who, me? What? I don’t… know what.. you’re talk, run!

Idiot. How exactly do you survive yourself?