And congratulations to the author for writing a contender for the worst confession in all of human literature.
If only shitty people only inflicted themselves on each other in real life.
Muhyeok: You're my new bestie.
Naui: I want nothing to do with you.
Muhyeok: Let's try banging.
Naui: I just got used to being friends.
Muhyeok: We're dating now.
Naui: Aren't we fuck buddies?
Muhyeok: You like me. Dating or nada.
Naui: Okay, I guess it's a fling.
Muhyeok: Nope, definitely boyfriends.
Naui: Yeah, definitely boyfriends.
Muhyeok: Your Christmas gift is engagement rings.
Ash: I'm so sorry, that wasn't me.
Lyle: ...
Ash: I swear I didn't mean any of it.
Lyle: ...
Ash: Okay, maybe I meant about half.
Lyle: ...I'm kinda into it.
Ash: I meant every word I said.
She can keep Alphonso. I'll happily take Raphael. ⁄(⁄ ⁄·⁄ω⁄·⁄ ⁄)⁄
I'm surprised they kept the name as 4th Batter instead of something easier to recognize like Cleanup Hitter or Home Run. Personally, I'd have named it Babe Ruth.
Didn't those mana stones all come from the bombs the mage tried to set off in the square? Cale's just returning the gift.
How did the artist manage to create this incredibly accurate portrait of me after round 3 of the last event on Sunday night when working a prerelease weekend?
