Sirius: I’m starting to think you only exist on Friday’s between 10 and 6.

Altair: Hmm…That’s because I spend the rest of the time fighting crime as Super Llama Girl. Shh. Don’t tell anyone.

Sirius: Why would Super Llama Girl always be free on Friday nights? I would think that would be the prime time for criminal activity. 

Altair: You would know, wouldn’t you?

Sirius: That’s hurtful.

Altair: You ruined my joke. It makes me salty.

Sirius: You’re not salty, you’re deflecting. 

But I didn’t think I would actually start to like him.

Sirius: What’s that face for?

Altair: I’m making a face?

Sirius: You make this face whenever you have something on your mind. Your nose crinkles and your bite the inside of your lip. It’s cute.

Altair: Hmm. I never knew.

Sirius: So are you going to tell me what you’re thinking about?

Altair: Maybe someday… but not right now.

There’s no way this ends well… so someone, please tell me, why do I want it anyway?

I should know better by now.

Altair: [lauging uncontrollably]

Sirius: I think someone has had a little too much juice.

Altair: I’m not juiced. You’re juiced.

Sirius: Do you even what you’re laughing about anymore?

Altair: Your nose… it’s round. Like a button. I just want to poke it.

I’m so tired of hurting all the time…and I thought he would be a safe choice.

Sirius: Altair…

Altair: [sleepy] Yeah?

Sirius: Are you even listening anymore?

Altair: Mmmhmm…

Sirius: I doubt that.

Altair: Your voice is soothing. It makes me sleepy.

Sirius: I can carry you to bed if you want.

Altair: Can’t I just stay here a little longer? 

Uncomplicated… 

What does that even mean…?

Altair: What exactly do you think you’re doing?

Sirius: The dough is better than the cookie.

Altair: That doesn’t mean you can just put your fingers in there.

Sirius: You make it so easy. Since, you know, you’re so short.

Altair: Um, excuse me, I’m not short. You’re just freakishly tall.