⋆ ╱ 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑 .

mason: hm idk about that

mason: yeah I can’t promise you that one

mason: I’m still in a shit mood and when I am I tend to hit things

lavender: it's true, sorry

lavender: that's what i thought you would say

mason: says who?

mason: Parker and I are going out later so I doubt it’s gonna get any better any time soon

lavender: me? and i'm always right

mason: I know

mason: nah I just kept drinking instead

mason: I’m fine lav, a lot worse has happened

mason: It’s fine, badly sprained but can’t be fucked to give a fuck

lavender: you're such a pain in the ass

mason: i can't help it

mason: you know how i am when it comes to you

lavender: yeah, i get it...

lavender: but i don't like it. i don't want you getting hurt.

mason: can't wait to see that

mason: so? i'd do it again in a heartbeat

lavender: you don't need to stand up for me

parker: wanna be the one to tell mase that he's on the trumpet now?

lavender: oh shit he probably won't like that

mason: how are you gonna do that huh?

mason: why??? you shouldn't

lavender: i can figure it out don't underestimate me

mason: it is

mason: he was an asshole and i swear if i see him again

mason: he's a dead man

lavender: i'm not gonna let you fight him again

parker: no need to apologize

parker: /you're/ the one who's gonna have to learn how to play the vihuela now

lavender: i will GLADLY learn how to play the vihuela

lavender: someone asked what kind of music we make and idk why but screamo mariachi was the first thing that came to mind

mason: i can't stop thinking about that fucking douchebag

mason: i still want to knock him the fuck out

lavender: mase, relax it's not that big of a deal