Darlin', scrubbing Bright's hair in the bathtub: You have to stop falling off rooftops, dude. Or-
Bright Eyes, who's heard this same lecture a dozen times already: "or at least get the mud off of ya before it dries and gets all crusty" yeah yeah, I know.
Darlin': Well if you know it so damn well then maybe you should start doing that.
Bright Eyes: [OnO]
//Since their turning, Bright has not been the most comfortable with physical touch/intimacy. Darlin' is the only exception//
Darlin': Or, you know, if you actually went out of the forest-y bits of town, you just might split your skull on the concrete. Your brains and blood are gonna be even more difficult to get out of your hair.
Bright Eyes, with a way too wide grin: I-
Darlin': Hey! ... Do you plan to put ten bucks in your suicide joke jar today?
Bright Eyes: William's not given me my allowance yet.
Also Damien’s reactions through it all— the consistent accents, the fucking bounce dancing, the (personal) constant waiting for one of them to suggest death and then one of them just suggesting it twice in a row, the ending of ‘maybe don’t go to the party’, THE FACT THAT DAMIEN IS IN THE STOOL IN THE FIRST PLACE
I should not be allowed access to basic imaging software
Apologies for any mistake in the Russian text; I used Google translate and got one (1) criticism from a guy who deleted his comment after two (2) seconds