#doliumstart

‘you can come over and help me bake a toscakaka, however i’m not up for much conversation.’

‘wow, did you feel that? it’s like a SPIRIT just flew right through me!’ his eyes widened as a ghost passed through him apolegetically. ‘woah, do you think ghosts are real? are they here?! i’m petrified, hold me!’

‘my roommate ate my chicken pie so i’m never speaking to him again, and i have no lunch... or lunch plans. want to grab lunch with me? mummy’s paying!’

‘oh, my valentine’s plans? uh... nothing. as usual. honestly, i don’t believe we need a full day for love. why not love everyday? i’d love my significant other every day... y’know, if i had one. basically, nothing, why? you want to hang out?’

“FUCK I hate this weather!” Henry gritted his teeth as he wrapped yet another scarf (that he stole from Mercer’s drawer) around himself, trying to keep warm. “I miss Australia, at least there I wasn’t freezing to death!” he grumbled.

‘NO-- no, i don’t have time for this. i don’t care who kissed who! my brother is missing and i’m freaking the hell out. remember when we were attacked by werefuckingwolves? i can’t move on. so either come out and fly with me or just go away. i don’t want anymore tea!’