@blue_topaz
"Dylan!" She walked after him. "Come back here now, mister."
Lol
"Dylan!" She walked after him. "Come back here now, mister."
Lol
(I don't rp as rude characters a lot and I wanted to see if I could do it)
You’re pulling it off excellently!
"Mister?" He chuckled, still walking away. "What are you, my mom?"
(I don't rp as rude characters a lot and I wanted to see if I could do it)
You’re pulling it off excellently!
(I'm going to take that as a complement)
(That was one)
Damian blinked. “……… Oh. I see.”
(oh okay)
"What if I am." She replied, laughing slightly. "You need to say sorry, ya know?"
Dylan shrugged. "I'll just text Calypso later and apologize."
"Calypso isn't going to like that." She explained, trying to keep up with Dylan. This is what you get when you're shorter than guys. You can't even walk as fast as them "If you want her to like you. . . you need to be a little nicer."
"Well I don't really know if I want her to like me. I'd rather her hate me, then we're both avoiding each other and I never have to face the situation again." He told her, picking up the pace.
(Waits anxiously for more beef)
(I dunno about beef but you might get a serving of sadness and tears)
(Badum-Ching!!!)
(Lol yeah)
She quickened her pace, trying to keep up with Dylan's long strides. "Look, she's your friend. . . and if you don't like her anymore, it doesn't mean you get to take it out on Damian."
Dylan stopped suddenly. "Then give him a message for me: I'm sorry." He turned around and marched off.
(I gtg)
(alright bye!)
Rylan let out a frustrated sigh, tucking a strand of sandy blond hair behind her ear. "He's so difficult." She muttered, walking back towards the class.
Dylan clenched his fists by his sides, biting his lip to keep himself from screaming. Wait until you're back at the dorm… He quickened his pace, arriving at the dorm a few minutes later. Dylan slammed the door, running to his room and slamming that door too. "ARGH! SO STUPID!" He screamed, tears forming in his eyes as he punched the wall as hard as he could. His knuckles turned red and they stung, making him more annoyed. He slapped himself on the forehead, tearing at his hair. "IDIOT! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE NORMAL AND KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE?!" Tears streamed down his face.
(woops my hand slipped)
(Aww I feel bad for Dylan now)
(he's still a jerk, but yeah)
(No, he just let his anger get away from him)
(hm yeah…)
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