“... that’s what I made him do last night—“ LOUDER SCREAM.

“You’re acting as if that’s a bad thing—“

...pats cat. “I love she.” :(

"Aw, baby." He's got a big smile on his face. "Do you wanna meet mine?"

"Nah— she ran away from home once she found out I was dating Connie." He doesn't sound too affected by it. "Instead, I have this good boy," he then proceeded to pull a fluffy, ginger maine coon kitten out of the inside jacket pocket. "this right here is Apollo."

”I know, she ran. Apparently she couldn’t live under the same roof with the love of my life so I told her to go.” That made it clear that Flynn loved Connie. “He’s adorable.” Flynn then pulled out another kitten, a brown Maine coon with a tabby pattern. “And this is Artemis.”

Long sip on a ice coffee. Clears his throat. “HERES.” Tap tap. “THE MOTHER FUCKING.” Tap tap. “TEA.”

“Ok, So get this.” “Hair dresser lady Nancy? Total whore. She’s been hooking up with her friend’s husband for /weeks/ now.” Flynn has good tea.

“Hmmm.” Places a finger on his lip to think. “The baker down the street? He’s homophobic. Imagine making buns for a living and then you turn out to be a massive homophobe? Tragic.”

Loud gasp. “NO THE OTHER BAKER— THE OLD GUY.”

Jumps in. "MOTHERFUCKER, I'M HERE."

"HEY BOI, I DON'T THINK I'VE EVER MET YOU AS WELL BUT THANK YOU." "HOW'S LIFE TREATING YOU AS AN APOLLO KID?" And then a pause. "You are an Apollo kid, right?"

"There is only one appropriate song to play for this holiday." Starts blasting Judas by Lady GaGa as loud as he can.

"Sun boy, knew I was right. I'm a wicca wicca woo." That's obvious, simply by the tall, tattooed and muscular appearance. "Life is exhausting for me too, but I've had my ups. I've started dating a cute boy, love of my life." "Now what's making your life stressful, sunshine?"

“Bringing back people from the dead; any requests?”

“Hey.” “Hey.” “Watch me, reaper.”

“If I cant bring back mine what makes you think I can bring back yours?”

"That's it. His strap is BIG. It's fucking BIG, and I just KNOW IT." "Oh my gods. my hEAD HURTS."

"If I get Dior on the blunt THANK ME."

"Be right back; gonna revive someone famous. I'm taking names.""