Naughty naughty.
Faz: *nervously thrumming his fingers against the bed* On a scale of one to ten, how mad do you think Jamey is going to be?
Max: *shaking from how nervous he is* You're nervous about Jamey? What about Jerry and Coal?! They're gonna kill me!
Faz: *whines and covers his face* This is why we never hang out! I should just stick to Jamey! Like I normally do.
Max: I'm going to die. Not even peacefully with a shit tone of sex!
They snuck out again and got hurt. They're too troublesome together uwu
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