i haven’t had the pleasure of … hearing anything about you , mr. moss .

beck. as stunning as ever.

i do know you , peach . i know the ugliest parts of you . the parts you try to keep hidden . but you can’t hide . not from 𝘮𝘦 .

evidently i don’t have a leg to stand on . i’m displace judgement . what things might they be gossiping about ?

you’re beginning to pique my interest …

hey — i’m hip . cool , even .

what can i say ? i must be a simple guy .

i’m sure i’ll figure it out if it’s riveting enough . tell me , mr . moss ; should 𝗶 be afraid of 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ?

i’m full of surpises .

i strongly doubt that any sociopath would admit to being one … but . i’ll take your word for it .

you’re so cruel to harrison.

. . . how’re things, matthew ?

( suffering sigh . pinching the bridge of his nose betwixt fingers . ) you’re the one who sounds obsessed here . it’s a little exhausting .

capped figure in the corner , uncharacteristically interested in a newspaper .

he’s just trying to … make something out in this comic .

she must be imagining things .

fuckin narc

why do you know this song stop it

happy coincidence

a knight without a queen is just an idiot with a sword …