Wille: everyone won't shut up about my apparently bad flirting game, Felice!!
Felice: uhuh
Wille: they are all wrong, though! I'll show them how wrong they are!
Felice: sure man
*walks up to Simón*
Wille: hey did it hurt?
Simón: what?
Wille: did it hurt?
Simón: did what hurt?!
Wille: when you fell from heaven?
Simón:
Simón: did you just call me satan?
Felice: *dies of second hand embarrassment*













