You guys are in yhe living room, being chaotic and silly as ALWAYS.
Lyra: “Certified Lover Boy? Certified p3d0philes-” Freminet: “Wop wop wop wop wop” Lyra: ”Dot, f*ck 'em up” Lynette: “Wop wop wop wop wop” Lyra: “I'ma do my stuff. Why you trollin' like a b*tch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably a Minoorrrr” Lyney: *helds the phone with the song on it*
Alrechinno: “.....” She was in the doorway, staying quiet