//And it fits the situation because traffic cones are supposed to 'protect' people/keep them 'safe', but... it can't really... do that... if it's broken. 🤭

//Michael prides himself on only spilling the tea for Yuma's sake. 💖

"I mean, I /did/ put gladiator armor on and cry like a crazy ball of angst... but that was ONE time and my whole family was unstable at the time, so... I'm pardoned!" (◠ω◠)✿

"At least the guy I like isn't an angsty alien with an identity crisis."

wrow. "You didn't replace the '3' with a '4'. I'm so shooketh." (Michael, no.)

Thomas: You ready to frickin' die? Me: I'M A BAD BITCH, YOU CAN'T KILL ME!

❛ᴡʜᴏʟᴇsᴏᴍᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ❜ 😇😇😇😇😇😇

WHEEZES. ❛ʜᴏʙᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ❜ "Give me a moment to remember HOW TO BREATHE."

MORE WHEEZING. "Thomas what the HECK did you put in my tea???" (How concerned should he be?)

"I've got 99 problems... and I'm pretty sure at least 44 of them are affiliated with my brother Thomas in some way." 🙂

"Sometimes I remember that you /actually/ said this and start shedding /literal/ tears." 🙃

"And just when I thought we had Thomas under control... more have appeared. Meaning he's referring to his brother as a 'brat'.

//Am I gonna have to bounce between my Michael and Durbe accounts this evening??? ;u;

"You /really/ know that life is changing if /Thomas/ is the one scolding /Chris/."

[Patrolling] Yuma: Heh, now that Astral is gone... I'm gonna cut the sleeves off all my jackets. Me: Yuma, normally I'd ask why, but... all of your jackets are vest jackets. None of them have any sleeves. Yuma: *SOBS* THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT ASTRAL WOULD SAY IF HE WAS HERE!

"...." BREATHES. "Yeah, no. I don't even know what to say."