over_clocked

Sweet.

[Fid... no I won't no dammit no stop!!!

... fidget fidget]

Bro, chill. It's going to be fine.

I know, alright.

[eyes your fidgeting]

What?

You're still telegraphing anxiety like you're trying to find the balls to ask me out to prom, so what's up.

Bro.

Dirk.

That was fucking awful and insensitive. I've always wanted to go to prom and you know damn well I don't have a dress for it.

[ok i will let you get away with this one]

Is that another thing we need to deal with deities for? Because I bet Babs knows your size. Sure there's no shitty highschools around and I don't think you're actually old enough to be let in the gym without a serious degree of hazing from upperclassmen but we can still make this happen.

I want it in red and I want a shitty Italian dinner before hand. We're doing this right, back alley abortion and everything.

And fuck you all I have to do it twitch my ass and I could get the whole goddam football team fighting just to hold my purse. I bet they crown me prom queen.