you took your seat beside cyno; your boring, unfunny seatmate whose shitty dad jokes could literally end lives because of how lame they were.

almost immediately, you started talking to him about this bitchy blonde girl you came across earlier.

despite his dogshit humor, cyno was the only person in the world to whom you could talk shit to without having to worry about getting snitched on.

“your ass must be jealous of how much shit comes out of your mouth.”