Take a picture of me. For like, your little subscribers or whatever.

“C’mon, Em…”

False.

Hell yeah!

I’m a hot dog

You got a gun, why can't I have firecrackers?

I’m back. Give me attention.

Casually getting Into a pose, he’s expecting a photo to be taken.

No photo? What a loss. “No. I’ve never been to Kansas. You a new counselor? Med- you look like a med.”

“… So, you’re a janitor… gotcha.” Sympathetic nod Is shared, while both hands fall to either side of his hips.

“Uh… yeah, man..” Small pause as he scratches his head. “… Did we uhm, go to school together?”

Sighs louder.

“Friend?!” Eyes widen before a high pitched scream belched out of his mouth, body would follow suit and duck Into a bush. “WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU FLOATING?!”

“Don’t hurt me!” Praying to Jesus there aren’t any spiders In the bush he’s hiding In. “Oh, oh. Is it money that you want? Cause, my dad's got money! Lots of it, I mean, not really but he can get some!”

He’d scuttle through branches and leaves before sneaking a peak. “… Wait, are you like a magician?”

“Actually yeah… come… I wanna show you sumtin.”

Yeah… wanna have a taste?

“They’re like uhm.. witches.but cooler.” Small pause as he turns his head slowly. “…. I… I-Is… Is it big??”

❝ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴜꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ, ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪʟʟ ɪᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡᴏɴ.