Dyrus: I AM THE PRINCE OF THE ABYSS, FEAR ITSELF. COWER, TREMBLE, AND GROVEL BENEATH ME--
Nana: ohh! Grovel! That's a weird word!
Harith: *nodding* You're getting better at your speeches
Harley: Tch, he's still horrible. I could do better.
Dyrus: ..you guys don't feel threatened?
Nana: Nope!
Harith: nah
Harley: no
Dyrus: why?
Nana: cuz we're your friends!
Harley: More like he's our friend
Harith: that's.. the same thing, harley
Harley: shuddup
Dyrus:
Dyrus: i hate that we're friends
Nana: We hate you too, Dyrus!!!! *insert a sparkle lovey emoji or something-*
Nana: grouP HUGGGG-
Dyrus: no pleasE NOOO- *cries are muffled out by the hug that he secretly loves*
