[VM]: Alive[MH]: Alive
[SR]: Alive, technically
[SF]: Alive
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SF: Para!
You throw your arms open, grabbing her in tight hug. You cant help but squeeze her a little.
SF: meine Prinzessin, how have you been?
She laughs.
DF: I ain’t cute.
DF: But yes, that is a statement he’s said time and time again about me. Just wrapped up in a dozen or so metaphors to convey the same thing. In the end, I’m a rainbow and he’s the rain that brings me in!
Para that’s so sweet! She’s a magnet for sweet and cute stuff, the kind that rots your teeth down to their core when she’s really happy.
SF: You’re the cutest
You go back to making the cocktail.
SF: I think that’s something everyone can agree on
She blushes and giggles.
DF: Naahhh. I mean of course you and everyone around me would say that but would others really agree?
SF: Yes. Of course yes.
You deadpan and give her a Look™.
DF: Fiiiine.
LookTM has been received.
SF: I’m always right, Para.
You finish pouring the final layer of alcohol, making a well-separated, glittering rainbow of moscato.
SF: Ta-da
Para looks to the stranger, tears streaming down her face. She wipes them away with her hands.
DF: O-oh, um s-sorry, no.
She gives a small sort of humorous laugh.
DF: I-I mean I guess? I-its not everyday that s-someone just randomly shows up a-and cuts your hair b-badly, h-hah… I-I should be glad that they didnt try and kill me b-but im still so… So shocked…
DF: Ah, alright!
She beams.
DF: Haha, true! I had a large following of young angsty teens back in the day… (still sorta do, hah.) But still, thank you so much!!
MH: As someone who was a professional emo teen, Hayley Williams is the queen of the scenes.
DF: Yes she is! God, I love her.
MH: So give yourself some credit; theres still a following of angsty young teens on her tail.
MH: Genre impact can last a loooong time
DF: So I’ve noticed.
She beams.
DF: … I have full emo control.
Para no.
DF: …are you sure you don’t wanna get the hair dye?
MH: Its tempting, but somehow I feel like my natural stop sign red makes my outfits clash more
You tug a curl thoughtfully. Winter pulled out the depths of your closet and right now you were in all black, but usually you dressed in a mishmash of colors and prints like the chaotic fuck you are.
MH: Anyway I always just end up bleaching it to suicide blonde and never color it as much. The impulse to look ghostly, pale eyes, pale skin, pale hair? That’s some “The Black Parade” emo
MH: No fun for a hair dresser I think
You blink owlishly, running your hand through your hair self consciously. You still sound deadpan when you talk.
SF: If you’re here to beat me please don’t break my vases, I worked very hard on making them, yes?
MM: On the rocks.
MM: … So I’m guessing you and Para talk about him a lot.
You hum and get Jesse’s drink ready, taking it out to him and settling on the other side of the couch with your mug.
SF: Quite a bit. And I could never find it within me to be a forgiving person.
MM: Thanks.
MM: Also… Matt’s a good guy. It doesn’t seem like it, but he’s a great dad and husband, and he has changed since what ever Para said to you.
MM: He’s just not a big people person.
MM: He makes Jer happy, though. In a good way. Like he didn’t force her to like him. They support each other to be better people than they were, and they’re always wiping each other’s tears and shit. They got a great bond that takes time to build and a lot to even dent. Their relationship is as strong as bricks.
MM: Not gonna lie though, Monkey’s head is as dense as bricks sometimes too.
He takes a sip of his drink.
MM: Anyway yeah. He’s not a bad guy.
You just hum and sip your tea thoughtfully.
SF: I’m sure that’s all true. But another truth is that I am spiteful and unforgiving. I don’t believe in certain things, simply put, and I am not easily swayed.
SF: He just happened to tick all of those, together.
You stumble back, clutching your nose.
MH: Jesus fuck, I probably deserved that, but fuck, couldn’t have done it with more panache or somethin’?
SF: Para!
You throw your arms open, grabbing her in tight hug. You cant help but squeeze her a little.
SF: meine Prinzessin, how have you been?
She laughs.
DF: I ain’t cute.
DF: But yes, that is a statement he’s said time and time again about me. Just wrapped up in a dozen or so metaphors to convey the same thing. In the end, I’m a rainbow and he’s the rain that brings me in!
Para that’s so sweet! She’s a magnet for sweet and cute stuff, the kind that rots your teeth down to their core when she’s really happy.
SF: You’re the cutest
You go back to making the cocktail.
SF: I think that’s something everyone can agree on
She blushes and giggles.
DF: Naahhh. I mean of course you and everyone around me would say that but would others really agree?
SF: Yes. Of course yes.
You deadpan and give her a Look™.
Para looks to the stranger, tears streaming down her face. She wipes them away with her hands.
DF: O-oh, um s-sorry, no.
She gives a small sort of humorous laugh.
DF: I-I mean I guess? I-its not everyday that s-someone just randomly shows up a-and cuts your hair b-badly, h-hah… I-I should be glad that they didnt try and kill me b-but im still so… So shocked…
DF: Ah, alright!
She beams.
DF: Haha, true! I had a large following of young angsty teens back in the day… (still sorta do, hah.) But still, thank you so much!!
MH: As someone who was a professional emo teen, Hayley Williams is the queen of the scenes.
DF: Yes she is! God, I love her.
MH: So give yourself some credit; theres still a following of angsty young teens on her tail.
MH: Genre impact can last a loooong time
