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[ T <•> I ]

I: so a little birdie told me...

T: oh I know, you've been stalking me again, right?

I: you say that as if I don't have anything else to do in the world.

T: you can rule out sleeping. That's not categorized among things you have got to do in the world.

I: I still have better tasks to choose from rather than stalking such a narcissistic piece of shit like you.

T: for example?

I: I could do you, for instance.

T: ...

T: this time I think you're the one who's drunk texting.

I: joke's on you, bitch!

T: when and where. You tell me and I'll be there.

I: are you okay, though?

T: that makes two of us, I'm certain.

***

T: what are you doing outside my window at four fucking am?

I: I'm waiting for you to let me in.

T: so you can kill me in my sleep? No thank you.

I: you're not even asleep yet, idiot.

I: open the damn window, I've got to tell you something very important.

T: fine. But if anyone comes up here, you were a thief trying to break in and I did not help whatsoever. Got it?

I: you're such an asshole, Timmy.

T: no entry if you don't accept all the terms and conditions.

I: fine I accept. Just open the damn window, it's freezing out here.

***

T: what the...

I: do not say anything against this because that's not what you had meant last night.

T: I'll have to wear a turtleneck again.

I: don't. No one will kill you if they saw it. Besides, the girls will know to lay off you.

T: they're already laying off, Ren, you didn't have to mark your territory for that.

I: I did have to. Absolutely.

T: hey... Slow down a bit, will you?

T: we're not even dating yet.

I: you want to change that?

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T: I don't know who you are.

T: but you're everything I could ever wish for.

I: Awww, go on I'm listening.

T: you're fucking perfect, Ren.

I: I'm touched really. Despite the lack of details.

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I: if you complain about the turtleneck again, I'll snap your neck.

T: hey, purple stands out on pale skin.

I: I know. I've been wearing high collared jackets too most of the time. So don't you dare blame me entirely, you're just as much to blame as I am.

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