Objects moved in certain familiar patterns, patterns we call comedies, tragedies, elegies; rises and falls.
— bluCatpocalypse [BC] began partying with crimsonMarshall [CM] at an irrelevant time–
BC: hey
BC: can we not kill him just yet?
BC: I want to hear his last monologue
??: (You say this like you think it will be different.)
CM: Again?
CM: You’ve heard it three times.
??: (Do you know her name, Heather?)
BC: I know but
BC: its-
BC: its just so good!
??: (Can’t believe I never thought to ask you before.)
BC:
BC: maybe even Shakespearean
??: (Freak like you, must have stumbled across an interview out there, a tweet, anything that mentioned her, yeah?)
BC:
??: (I’m begging you.)
BC: that’s not weird, is it?
CM: No, it’s fine, I’m just surprised you don’t know by it heart already.
??:(Please-)