#ayrestige

Ayrenn: [also exists]

Khoshekh: Gay thoughts are a bus and I am Regina George.

Khoshekh: Holy shit, you’re the best! I've been mooching off the Companions’ account for years and I’m sick of Abby mocking me for watching so many cartoons.

Ayrenn: Wait, what do mean “account?”

Khoshekh: Their Netflix account?

Ayrenn:

Razum-dar: Like their profile? We wanted one of our own. They're like eight dollars.

Ayrenn: Oh... You meant an account on the service...

Razum-dar: Yeah, what did you think we meant?

Ayrenn: Uhhh...

Khoshekh: Wait... Renn, what did you buy?

Ayrenn:

Ayrenn: We’re constantly facing death trying to defend the Dominion from dark forces and murderous extremists.

Ayrenn: But when we're alone at home, every noise is a serial killer.

Khoshekh, leaping into Ayrenn’s arms: DID YOU HEAR THAT CRASH???

Monster: [smacks them all across the room into a wall]

Khoshekh: Owwww…

Razum-dar: Uuuuugh…

Khoshekh: We’re in agreement the general concept is stupid.  Also, nobody's pregnant and none of us know how to bake. There’s like a fifty percent chance at least one of us will die in the process. These “counterintuitive” factors only make us want to do it more.

Khoshekh: Should I perish in this endeavor, it is here in this journal entry that I shall officially request for my funeral to feature a choir singing a song that I composed last week out of boredom. It’s called “I Told You So, Jackasses” and can be found around five pages back from here.

Ayrenn: [walks away]

Khoshekh, visibly flustered: ...Did she just ask me out on a date?