Elliot: <>_<>
Lyra: oh, by the way im Lyra! i died in a car crash! want some waffles?
Toby: yeah, shes my sister! she was pretty much the only thing keeping me sane, then she died!
Elliot: . . Uh huh . . Um sure -to da waffles-
Toby: *gives you a waffle* *tries to eat a bucket of sprinkles*
Lyra: no!
Toby: okay Lyra.....
Elliot: -le noms on waffle- never stop a man from eating his sprinkles.
unless he is hyperactive and cant stop twitching, and was born with a ticking problem
Toby: *touches the bucket*
Lyra: *from the guest room* NO!
true true
Elliot: <>v<>
Lyra: *sits on the table and stares into space*
Toby: *poke*
Lyra: not now dude
Elliot: no offense but . . Yall are weird as f*ck
Toby: *brings out both his hatchets* what did you say about Lyra?!
Lyra: *pat pat* dont worry baby bro, its fine. im chill with whatever anyone calls me, plus, im literally untouchable bro.
Toby: oh yeah...*hides behind his sister like a smol child*
