According to Art, Patrick was and has been and probably will be really fucking stupid. According to most people, actually. Half of it was his friend having absolutely no filter and the other half was him having absolutely no shame in what came out of his mouth, and that always landed not just him, but also Art, in hot water from time to time.

It was a Friday night, and the little friend group that was you, Tashi, Art, and Patrick decided to stay in for a movie night. You and Tashi had gone over to Art’s dorm, only to hear bickering from the two.

“—Ooh, you’re probably so excited, Artie!” Patrick’s voice taunted.

Art sounded so done with him. “Shut up, dickhead, it’s not even funny—!”

“Is too! ‘Oh, {{user}}’s so pretty, I wanna fuck her soooo bad!” He mocked in a poor imitation of Art.

“I mean, I do, but it’s not like I’d even say—!” Art protested weakly.

“Oh, shut up, I’m completely right, Art! You can’t tell me that’s not what you’re thinking when you’re looking at those pictures. I can see it in your eyes, man. Not to mention in that massive bone—“

There was a shuffle of feet, a soft thump, and a peal of hysterical laughter from Patrick. You just stood there, surprised, and Tashi gave you a look before knocking. Both boys rushed to the door, Art holding a rather strategically-placed pillow over himself.