Wilson: OH NO HE'S HOT-

Chris: hm?

Wilson: *bouta faint*

Chris: you ok?
Ellie: put clothes on!
Chris: I have them on? * confused*
( He has shorts that are short AF)

Wilson: *dies of death*

Chris: Beautiful are you ok -

Wilson: *faints*

Chris: ....
Ellie: ...* Smirk* pull a snow white
Chris: ok! * kisses him on the mouth*

Wilson: *eyes widen, red as FU-*

Chris: :o it worked!

Wilson: *snaps up* *flustered yelling*

Chris: * picks him up* time to carry you to the castle!

Wilson: *faints again*

Chris: * kisses him again*

Wilson: *falls out of his arms*

Chris: ah-

Wilson; *facedown on concrete*

Chris; * picks him up*
Ellie: * wheezing*

Wilson: *nosebleeding*

Chris; * weirdo mf licks it off his face*

Wilson: *literally choking and dying*

Chris: your blood taste great

Wilson: *deceased*

Chris: * hugging him*

Wilson: *lives*