killer on the line.

Rafael shuffled forward at a lazy pace, lazy because this was slower than he would usually walk but also because he didn't really care what their destination was, he just had to bide his time. Wait for the correct moment. That's what he did best, waiting, existing outside of time, letting it pass by until he snapped back to reality. The words she spoke weren't ones he hadn't heard before, different format, same meaning.

His body ached but the sensation was familiar, welcome almost as the line of the chained beings kept pace with the walking their captors indicated. Rafael had gotten lost in thought, the monotonous action of walking was something he did often, being absent of mind wasn't uncommon for the naga either.

The only thing unusual about this situation were the multitude of people walking with him and the chains binding his powers and strength to keep him from running. There were still marks on his face and hands from fighting the guards, it had likely been a spectacle to see, one man requiring eight just to tether him and keep him in line, but Rafael was just waiting for his next opportunity.

"whatever it is you're trying to do, i don't think it's very smart." was it simply an attempt at escape or something more? based on what she had seen, she couldn't imagine the stranger was capable of anything more clever than that. of course, she was never one to risk making such assumptions— that's how you get fooled.

your choices, [name]. your actions... that's what makes you who you are.

i couldn't be more proud of you.

we're so different.

i'm punk rock.

you are not punk rock.

my point is, i question everything and everyone. you trust everyone and think everyone you've ever met is beautiful.

you piece of shit alien!

that is where you've always been wrong about me. i am as human as anyone.

i get scared.

i wake up every morning, and despite not knowing what to do, i put one foot in front of the other, and i try to make the best choices that i can.

i screw up all the time, but that is being human, and that's my greatest strength.

none of this matters, you patronizing clown.

the government gave me authority to kill you.

i'm gonna turn myself in.

he's out there alone. and he's probably scared.

you're driven by envy. you couldn't be more obvious.

parents aren't for telling their children who they're supposed to be. we are here to give you tools to help you make fools of yourselves all your own.

oh my god. why does he trust everyone?

quit messing around!

i'm not messing around. i'm doing important stuff.

hey buddy. eyes up here.

i know you won't kill me.

that haircut should be against your vows.

nothing's felt right since he showed up.

i told you to keep an eye on him!

i can be such a jerk sometimes.

take me home.

there's gotta be a better way to do this!

what the hell, dude? why did you move the door?

where is my dog?

how long have they been hooking up?

it's guys like this, they always got a whole bunch of dark, ugly secrets.

a lot of these guys, these heroes from the magazines, they're obsessed with me. 'cause i'm more jacked than they are.

i thought you wanted to see me.

you're just trying to get information out of me.

i swear to god, that's not it.

there's other parts of you that people would find very attractive.

if i had any emotional capacity whatsoever, i'd be concerned about her partying.

what are you smirking at, you idiot?

would you like a coffee?

i have no clue what you're talking about.

i've been trying to figure out a way to get it out of here alive.

good for you, asshole!

is that really how you feel?

people were going to die!

thanks for watching him, bitch!

good luck with that.

the people there are simple and profoundly confused.

do us proud. rule without mercy.

what's it called again?

your hot ex is a genius.

are you kidding me? those things aren't cheap!

your obsession with me is getting a little creepy.

well, this is why he has behavioural issues.

they sent a message along with me.

also known as rivals to lovers / idiots to idiots but they’re lovers / rivals to besties / rivals to idiots, the list goes on. some of these are inspired by pre-existing media. change pronouns/aggressive terms of endearment/insults as you see fit! these can also be platonic of course!

“i dunno. sometimes i just… feel things when you’re around.”

“i love your ass.”

“your ass is your best quality.”

“i’d tap that.”

“i love you, bitch.”

“do you ever feel… like… you know… things? like… those warm… feelings?”

“oh my god, stop looking at me like that! i’m gonna end up kissing you.”

“sometimes you’re not annoying.”

“you don’t, like… make me wanna tear my eyes out… or whatever.”

“you love me? are you sure?”

“i don’t hate you.”

“shut up and stay. please.”

“i hate when people say shit like ‘you’re my best friend, i love you, i can’t imagine my life without you. i wake up and you’re the first thing on my mind, and the last thing before i go to sleep. suddenly all the love songs make sense.’ you know? i prefer starting it by saying how much i hate when other people say it, then say what i mean anyway. it’s way less embarrassing like that.”

“we aren’t friends. friends don’t do this kinda thing.”

“maybe i don’t wanna be just friends with you.”

“who the fuck said you aren’t funny?”

“who the fuck called you boring?”

“who the fuck said that? you’re great.”

“i don’t think you’re weird. i think you’re cute.”

“i don’t think you’re weird. you’re a dumbass, maybe, but i like that about you.”

“obviously i like you! i’ve been trying to tell you for ages now!”

“i’ve been flirting with you for the last six months, thanks for noticing.”

“some parts of you don’t make a lot of sense to me, but i don’t know why the sky turns pink at sunset and i still think it’s beautiful.”

“i want you. i don’t know why, i can’t explain it, but i just wanna be around you all the time.”

“i woke up one morning and realised i loved you.”

“you’re the worst. i love it.”

“you’re stupid, that’s what you are, buddy.”

“i wouldn’t die for you, but i think i’d kill for you. maybe. but then, that would mean going to jail… nah. i take it back. no offence.”

“did you know when i call you dude i mean it romantically?”

“what are you gonna do? kiss me?”

“you don’t look totally ugly today.”

“you look… never mind. i didn’t say shit!”

“they’re just flowers, don’t read into it.”

“can you please stop moving your mouth so i can kiss you?”

“you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

“i trust you, stupid.”

“i love you, dumbass.”

“you’re a pain in the ass but i’m glad we met.”

“of course i care about what you think of me!”

“you’re looking at me funny.”

“i’m not looking at you funny! this is just how i look at someone i hate.”

“being with you makes me feel like a better person.”

“being with you makes me feel like a better person. i look like an angel compared to you.”

“huh? what was that? are you being nice to me?”

“sorry i made things weird the other day. we can still hang out, right?”

“sorry i kissed you, that was stupid. let’s just forget about it.”

“maybe kissing you was stupid but i don’t regret it.”

“are we hugging right now, bro? is that what we’re doing? do we… keep going? do we stop?”

“i’m not going anywhere.”

“i’m here, aren’t i?”

“this is all your fault!” *it is not*

“you drive me crazy in a way that makes everyone else look boring.”