Page 12 of Bitter Truths

Freddie

Pretty? I’d say ruggedly handsome.

Me

Golden boy it is for you, Freddie.

Freddie

I’ll take it.

Tristan

I’m fine with being pretty.

Owen

What about me? Don’t I get a description?

Weller

Caveman goes without saying.

Owen

Fuck you, Dashwood.

Me

You’re pretty too, Owen.

Owen sends a photo of... a body part that’s bruised and painful looking.

Owen

Does this look pretty?

Freddie

What the hell is that?

Tristan

Jesus, Owen. You can’t send random body parts without context.

Weller

This is a group chat. With Bianca.

Me

Your knee? Elbow? Weird alien growth? What am I looking at?

Owen

My shoulder. Got messed up last night.

Me