“ugh, i’m not a fry anymore -- i don’t need you to do this.” ( @mistyxth )

“...that’s what everyone says. then they actually hear my reading of their palms...” illyria had only one hand holding viviette’s still. ( @vivictte )

makaria tossed her last pack of study notes on the pile. she snapped her fingers and the papers caught fire. “...now this is what i call catharsis.” ( @caspiia )

“i ... think that would be a big waste of money,” kitket said, scrunching up her nose in distaste. “--- i mean, why buy the ‘sweet embrace of death’ or whatever, when you can by cake?!” she gave a small squeal.

“couldn’t suplex a rock, so you’re out of luck.”

chance couldn’t keep himself from laughing, taking the donut in one hand, balancing the cup holder with two milkshakes in the other. “well, if you get eleven whole donuts, i guess it’s only fair i get two whole milkshakes —” he joked, holding the milkshakes protectively.

“you know, i think you’re the only person who can say that and not catch me by surprise.”

upon reading those words, bolin froze. his chest felt like it was squeezing the air out of its own lungs, seizing his heart in a chokehold. he took a small gulp. his eyes were sincere, grateful even. “do... you really think so??” he started, unable to hold eye contact for very long.