Guess I should've listened to you. *sips his orange juice* Now, I'm not sure you'll make a runner out of me but at least you mightn't whip my ass quite so much on the court. 'Cause you're titchy and I'm not high.
*raises his hands* Hey, who on Órë said I was the one who wanted disco balls? Maybe it was Aerandir. Did you think of that huh?
I've yet to figure out how the fuck you got Bubbles to go gay.
*blushes then, to a quite brilliant hue, and looks down at his feet, entirely unsure how to answer (and unsure if you even want an answer and certainly not an answer as simple as the one he would like to give (love))*