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Owner, secretly whispering to waiter: Quick, hide all of the real silver ware.

Kaz: Ah, I see my reputation precedes me.

Jesper: No party hats, no party.

Kaz: No pigeons, no money.

Jesper: No cows, no ice cream.

Kaz: Yeah, it's the trauma.

Jesper: There's even some mutual trauma between us.

Kaz: Basically, moral of the story. We’re all insane kids whose fun involves insane heists, knives, and big family group hugs.

Dregs: *nodding in agreement*

✧ Wait For It (Hamilton) + Six of Crows

I would have come for you. And if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together -- knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting.

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Octavia was the only person in the world who truly knew him. There was no one else he really cared about ever seeing again. But then he glanced over Clarke, who was leaning over to breathe in the scent of a bright pink flower, the sun catching the gold strands in her hair, and suddenly he wasn’t so sure. 

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You shouldn’t like things because people tell you you’re supposed to.

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I don’t follow rules, I make them. And when necessary, I break them.