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Anthony: NOAH!

Noah: Huh- what?

Anthony: WHY S THERE TNT BELOW THE HOUSE!?!?

Noah: ...........Don' worry about it..

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Noah: Be careful about succumbing to these sorts of destructive... urges. Addiction can be a powerful thing.

 Anthony: So am I. Bow down before your new supreme overlord, bishes.

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Nova: Ugh, there's always that weak bish in the group who isn't down with murder.

Nova: *glares at Anthony*

Anthony: Well, sorry I have morals!

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Noah: I've been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.

Anthony: Wow. They sound stupid.

Noah: But they're not. They're really smart actually. Just dense.

Anthony: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don't know... "Hey! I love you!"

Noah: I guess you're right. Hey Anthony, I love you.

Anthony: See! Just say that!

Noah: Holy fricking shizzle.

Anthony: If that flies over their head then, sorry Noah, but they're too dumb for you.

Noah: Anthony.

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Nova: You're alive.

Waffles: There's no need to sound so disappointed.

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Noah: I have a problem.

Anthony: Kill it.

Noah: Can you chill for like, two seconds?

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Anthony: Are you a cuddler?

Noah: I'm a machine of death and destruction.

Anthony:

Noah: ...Yeah, I'm a cuddler.

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Noah: I want a bf.

Nova: Do you mean best friend, boyfriend or bread feast? Because you're being really vague here.

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