“I I’m a f friend…”
"...I don't believe you. What did he do, is he blackmailing you? If he's blackmailing you I can make him stop."
"Lyre!"
he started shaking and closed his eyes
“S s sorry…I I c c can j j just l leav-“
"No no. It's alright we didn't mean to..."
"...Here."
She gave them skateboards and shut the door
"...let's sit and take a breather alright, Jackson?"
“sigh y yes…”
His horns were out more, more as a self defence thing
"... you got a favorite song?"
he put his hands together, nervously
“I..d don’t really listen to music…”
"oh..."
“n nh…”
"so... what kind of things do you like?"
