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Tristan raises an eyebrow and is suddenly up and leaning against the doorframe.
Tristan raises an eyebrow and is suddenly up and leaning against the doorframe.
Lucas sighs, “Trisssss-“
(I might poof soon, ‘m getting ready for bed and if. Poof, I’m asleeeeeep-)
Tristan shrugs casually. "Yes, Luc?"
(alright lol- gn!)
Lucas grumbles, “Just let me go out. It’s possible I won’t find anything and come back later.”
Tristan chuckles. "What will you do if I don't let you out?"
Lucas huffs, crossing his arms, “Tris, I told you seven minutes ago and you sat there. It’s your loss.”
Tristan snorts. "You said 'fucking competition.' Not exactly clearly stating you wanted it right then."
“Aye, would I say that I wanted a ‘fucking competition’ if I didn’t want it right now?” He crosses his arms, “You should know me enough by now to know better than that.”
Tristan snorts. "You say the first things that come across your mind."
“Exactly. And I wouldn’t say it if I’m not in the mood. Now move, please.”
Tristan shrugs and stays where he is.
Lucas sighs, turning and going to his desk chair, pulling his laptop out and then headphones.
Tristan chuckles, moving from the door now and flopping on the ground again.
Lucas sighs, resting his forehead on the keyboard.
Tristan "looks" over at Lucas. "If you're really in the mood, get into bed."
Lucas grumbles, “Which one. . ? There’s two of them. . .” He mumbles.
(I’ma poke this- here we go- poke)
("squeaks-" i got poked-)
(lol sorry tho-)
"Either fucking one." Tristan snorts.
(Naw, it’s fine)
Lucas laughs softly, leaning back in his seat, looking at Tristan.
(u sure?)
Tristan "looks" back at Lucas.
"Well?"
(Yeah—)
Lucas sighs, getting up, “Bossy-“
Tristan smirks. "But you're listening."
Luc grumbles, rolling his eyes, flopping back on his own bed, “Whatever-“
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