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TG: hey egbert TG: are you there TG: its kinda serious TG: i guess EB: hey. you all right? TG: fine TG: typical night terror EB: oh. EB: what about? TG: the usual TG: giantass green skeleton trying to kill us with a scoop of flying dog on the side TG: im cool TG: just lookin for a bit of friendly comfort TG: dont tell the girls EB: hehe. your secret is safe with me. how bout a distracting topic? like…. EB: how’s school? TG: pft. fuck school TG: it aint fair man TG: we saved the world and no one knows TG: we have ptsd and we have to go back to school like nothing happened TG: like we played pac man or something

Dave’s been incredibly quiet. Usually you can’t get him to shut up, and you would have enjoyed the silence if you weren’t so worried. Dave was a tough, independent kid, but suddenly your parental protectiveness has come back from hibernation. It all started a month ago when you were just lounging in your room, doing updates on the site and sorting some payments out. Usual work stuff. But you had flinched when you heard him yell your name. It couldn’t have been anything serious, so you yelled back, “What?” He didn’t reply. Instead he rushed into your room and you spun your chair around to face him.

You reached into the box and felt around for a moment. Most of the items were already gone, so it was kind of hard to try and grab something worthwhile. Suddenly, your hand touched something cold and stick. You grabbed the item and ripped it out of the box, hoping nothing disgusting had covered your hand. You were gripping a pair of handcuffs, and they seemed to be covered in… honey? Dave rolled his eyes. “The Psiioniic’s jar of mind honey must’ve spilled over.” As soon as you heard that, you wiped your hands on your jeans in disgust. “I guess you’ll get the Signless and the Psiioniic.” You b

Roxy has a thing for claiming you as her own. Apparently your constant aura of major gay-ness is a big turn on for her. Any time you and your friends get together on campus for lunch or studying, someone is in your lap. Today it’s Roxy. You’re helping her with math. Jane is lounging in the grass reading a few feet away. Today’s lesson is solving equations with substitution. You’re good at math, but you don’t really care about it, and Roxy’s strength is in writing, like her mother. Except that Roxy lacks strength in actually writing correctly. “Do the next one on your own,” you inform her. &ld

Your eyes met the announcement paper and after reading the musical's title, you began to squeal and jump up and down. Your school was putting on Les Miserables, your favorite musical in the whole world. You signed up right away, your hand shaking with anticipation. "Can we go back and eat now?" Andrew grumbled, signing his name as well. You linked arms with him and hummed "Do You Hear the People Sing?" happily as you two walked back to the cafeteria. You couldn't wait. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A few days later, you found yourself sitting in the auditorium with Andrew. A large group of