[cody, on the other hand, is far too focused on singing to play around. he’s not as coordinated- having to overcompensate by hitting harder.]

[the song ends, and cody throws one of his drumsticks at dj’s head.] a little warning next time, please!

[for once, cody doesn’t smirk or grin. he smiles at ava, and it’s genuine. and without warning, he starts. both dj and duckie look alarmed. taste of their own medicine.]

if i wasn’t playing, i’d hit you in the head with /this/ stick. [the one he does all his tricks with. he demonstrates, tossing it in the air.]

[he shakes his head, eyes locked on his drums once again.] idiot.

a show. and practice >:(

you were sick? are you still sick? do you need soup? a blanket? wait, hot stuff-?

oh my g o d she WANTS to get coffee with ME?

/ /ZORA/

/ cody, explaining: see the thing is i thought she was a vampire

wh

i did indeed. we got real distracted. [winking.]

shut up dj!

MAYBE. MIND YOUR BUSINESS. SHUT THE FUCK UP DJ.

i don’t ask YOU what you and ZORA DO.

SHE’S GOT A GUN? she’s so hot

sexy stories? well i. um.

we have none.

we could. go change it right now.

dj she’s gonna kick you in your nuts