I THOUGHT THIS DAY WOULD NEVER COME!!!

Amber:*grumbles*

Eric: it’ll destroy you...
Jester: love is a weapon...
Storm: I never had a significant other so idk... congrats I guess

Amber: Wha...

Jester: yeah... or I’m just a murderer
Eric: trust me *he holds a picture of him and another girl*

Amber: O...okay?

Jester: *walks away*
Eric: *one tear falls as he walks away*
Storm: I don’t think it can be that bad
Eric: *looks back at him and he has cuts he gave himself* REALLY?

Amber: I´m just gonna*slowly backs away*

Storm: well, imma go back to my apartment now...
Eric: imma go shoot myself now...

Amber: That escalated quickly...

Storm: I guess it did
Eric: *yells* I DON’T WANNA LIVE NO MOOORRREEEE! *drunk*

Amber: Dang, he´s SAD

Storm: he’s going through things in his mind, he’s not himself

Amber: Huh...

Rikka: Ha, good luck buddy-
Ruby: *laughs internally*
Usagi: I got nothing-
Coco: Thats lovely-

Amber: I´ll need it

Glitz: oh?

Amber: Yup

Glitz: Mind if I ask who?

Amber: Yeah, it´s fine...

Glitz: who is it?

Amber: I...i would prefer it if you guested...

Glitz: Well I do not know many people you interact with as to me that seems like eavesdropping and I may be sorta evil as sniper says "Professionals have standards"

Amber: Oh...well it´s kinda obvious...

Glitz: *thinking* Wait...

Amber: Gotta guess yet?

Amber: Okay

Glitz: I-It may be a stupid guess but me..?

Amber: N-no, sorry...

Glitz: O-Oh then I have no clue... *shrugs*

Butter: o-ooh tell me!

Amber: I really prefer if you guess

Butter: U-Ummm... can I-I have a h-hint?

Amber: It´s not who you´d expect...

Butter: T-That doesn't help... I-I know little p-people so this will be difficult...

Jake: It´s not me, that´s what she´s saying

Butter:

Jake: I´m Amber´s best friend/ simp

Butter: *thinks for a while* I-I honestly d-dont know t-that many people that you k-know I dont think...

Amber: Fine...it´s Storm...

Amber: Thanks, I guess

Butter: *tilts head* W-Who?

Butter: o-oh nice *smiles*

Amber: Storm...

Eric: I was in love once... *he sighs and walks away*

Me: It okay, don´t be cry

Eric: oh, I’m not sad... *he throws a small scratched up box*

Me: Are you sure?

Eric: of course *a scratched and broken ring falls out of the box*

Me: You dropped something*picks it up*

Eric: *stomps on it and it breaks even more* don’t...

Me: Are you sure?

Eric: y e s

Me: Okay*drops it*

Eric: *puts it back in the box*

Me: Are you sure you´re okay?