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[princeofcat]

Parents’ girlfriend got me an awful sweater.
What’s the worst present you got?

[Lydia]
Let me come over, let’s figure out where to jump Buggins

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[princeofcat]

Oh, you're on to something. Fabric softener'll make his room smell okay, as well. Win/Win.

[Lydia]

Don't underestimate yourself. You've got a whole lot.
And we can deliver.

[filigreed]

Doing a great service.

[Tybalt]

Might have something, but I sure as shit don't have Luke's pecs.

We owe it to the universe.

Lydia/Tyblt

[princeofcat]

To be fair. Who has Luke's pecs.
Have they got better? Are they still beautiful? He didn't eat too much this Christmas?

Lydia/Tyblt

[filigreed]

His arms are somehow larger and he still hasn't killed himself. It's offensive.

Lydia/Tyblt

[princeofcat]

He's beautiful.
He has to be doing something illegal.

Lydia/Tybalt

[filigreed]

They made our brothers pretty to mock us.

Lydia/Tybalt

[princeofcat]

Excuse me. I'm every bit as pretty as Mercutio and if we just hit the gym a little more in the new year, I'm sure you'd be able to get the Luke guns. They're your birthright, technically.

Lydia/Tybalt

[filigreed]

You can be as pretty as Mercutio, but I'd have to eat Buggins and absorb his body mass if I wanted Luke's guns. Bitch could bench-press me.

Lydia/Tybalt

[princeofcat]

So eat him. I'd like to see that.
I'll say this only once: you're prettier than Luke. Even if you could never bench-press him.

Lydia/Tybalt

[filigreed]

I love you best, Sergeant Tybbs.

Let's murder a guy.