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my butt could look like the perfect place to settle down and lay eggs

I don’t think fruit flies lay eggs in butts.

‘I don’t think’ isn’t helping i need assurances

Okay, let’s indulge this ridiculous idea. Even if it did, they take time to grow. You would poo them out before that happened.

what if I had a lot of cheese?

You dont know my life

I do know your life.

You’re very regular.

come slay the beast

Theo put on his best pout and sent him a selfie. Dae sent back a picture of a flyswatter.

brat

You’re right. I’m the brat.

He followed that with a shirtless selfie, as per their agreement, with his hand in his hair and a bedroom smoulder.

delete that immediately

its for my eyes only

Too late. I’ve already sent it to all the sexy actors.

MY EYES ONLY

Your eyes only, Theo.

Always.

I love you a lot

I love you a lot.

Go to the bathroom.

༻𓆪 𓆩༺

Jordan’s laughter knocked her onto Céline like a thrown spaghetti noodle and she slapped her leg, tearing up. Avery’s joke had been amusing, but it didn’t deserve a full meltdown.

Jordan had asked them to collaborate for her next single, and they’d gathered in Theo’s apartment to brainstorm and jam. Not that Theo could provide anything other than snacks and praise, but his place was the most central, and he loved watching musical babies being born. The session had dissolved into hanging out, and Theo had cracked the bottle of wine he’d won at an agency raffle, so everyone was purple-tongued and rosy.

“Wait, wait, wait, what was that guy’s name again?” Jordan’s voice boomed. “The one who kept proposing to Trisha?”

Avery let out a dreamy sigh. “He had the prettiest ponytail.”

“Gavin,” Caleb said. “I didn’t know he proposed to Trisha, but I remember that ponytail.”

“It was a thing of beauty,” Jordan sighed wistfully.

Theo was jealous he never got to behold the apparently majestic ponytail.