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8

sometimes, people should really think before speaking.

thats a lesson ranboo wished he had learned before...

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"coraline, can you blame me?"

the tension in the room rose, a piercing glare was sent in ranboo's direction by the fiery girl in front of him. quackity backed up slightly.

"what did you just say?"

"no— no wait—"

"'no- no wait—' fuck you." she mocked, "you obviously have something to say. finish."

ranboo gulped slightly, cowering below her, despite his height advantage.

"its just... you're constantly doing self destructive things that, i can't help but feel like you need someone with you—"

"okay, yeah, no, fuck you. guess who's fucking 18? guess who doesn't need my boyfriend to act like my fucking parent?"

the room was silent. coraline ran her fingers through her hair with a slight laugh of disbelief. she looked to the clock that hung on the wall.

its already 11 pm, huh.

with a final shake of her head, she spoke, "alex, go home. ranboo, go upstairs. i'll sleep on the couch tonight."

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(hey sorry for the last few chapters being a bit shorter! we're getting to the big boy plot soon so i kinda have 2 rush it.)