#clovelock

PT. 4

Clove, throwing their head into Deadlock's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!  Deadlock, lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

Clove, trying to flirt: So, you come around here often?  Deadlock, confused: I mean, this is my room, so yeah.

Clove: Deadlock is too tall for me to kiss them on the lips. What should I do?  Breach: Punch them in the stomach. Then, when they double over in pain, kiss them. Raze: Tackle them!  Reyna: Dump them.  Yoru: Kick them in the shin!  Deadlock: No to all of those! Just ask me to lean down!!

Clove: H-how do you ask someone out?  Raze: Well, first-  Killjoy: Don't ask her, she asked me out in a McDonalds parking lot.  Clove: ...And you said yes?

Killjoy: Raze and I got married!!  Fade: Don't share your personal problems with everyone.

Clove: Deadlock is playing hard to get.  Clove: Little do they know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

Clove: Hi, who's this? Gekko changed all of my contacts to mythical creatures.  Neon: What's mine?  Clove: Dwarf.  Neon: HE’S SO MEAN, I'M NOT THAT SHORT!  Clove: Oh, hey Neon.  Neon: FUCK!

Kidnapper: I have one of your friends.  Killjoy: Which one? I have seven.  Kidnapper: The loud, annoying, rowdy one who never shuts up.  Killjoy: Which one? I have seven.  Raze, distantly: HEY!!!

Phoenix: Three of the four elements are represented as types of hockey. Air hockey, ice hockey, and field hockey. Fire hockey needs to be a thing.  Deadlock: Fire hockey absolutely does NOT need to be a thing.  Astra: Do you care NOTHING for the balance of the four elements?!

Killjoy: I was just diagnosed with deez.  Reyna: Good, I hope it’s lethal.

Clove: Yum, thanks!  Kidnapper: *puts more tape over their mouth* I said stop eating it.

Phoenix: *Plays Slender: The Eight Pages* *Jumpscare*  Phoenix: *Jumps back* OH SHIT, IT'S A WHITE GUY!!!

Fade, holding a kettle: Coffee or tea?  Neon: Tea.  Fade: Wrong. It's coffee.

Iso: You are irrationally angry 365 days a year. Yoru: Well, that’s just your personal opinion, I don’t have anger issues. Do you guys think I have anger issues?  Gekko: Well, I wouldn’t really call it an issue. An issue is something you can fix.

Skye: Did you win? Or just not die?  Skye: Either way, hooray.  Clove: ...Is "no" a valid answer?  Skye: The hooray is redacted and you frighten me.

Brimstone: I’ve organized your messages into three categories.  Brimstone: “From Fade”  Brimstone: “Death Threats”  Brimstone: and “Death Threats From Fade”

Reyna: I’m never donating blood ever again.  Reyna: The second you walk through the door, it’s just one invasive question after another! Reyna: ‘Where did you get it?’ 'Why is it in a bucket?’ I mean, do you want it or not?

Raze: Wow, this parking is as straight as I am.  Breach: I know I should be focused on the fact that you just came out, but HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY PARKING!

Clove tries to get deadlock to sleep insisting they’d stay up to make sure she’s safe and gets good rest.

Bonus shitty sketch in under.