Owen: well, banana man it is.

((PLEASE IM MAKING COMMENTS TOO LATE)

Owen: well hey, Jo. Im Owen. Oh also, hi Joey.

Owen: WOAH- thats CLOSe-

Owen: oh hey its chewy tie...guy.

Owen: *his arm gets yanked as he stands up* thanks ....uh....you. I dont really know your name yet

Owen: well i dont know probably

PLEASEEEE)))

Owen: i dont know- *rubs head and makes a quiet groan*

Owen: *falls back out of chair* AA-

(PLEASE I WOULD START CRYING IF SOMEBODY ACTUALLY MANAGED TO TAKE OFF OWEN’S SHIRT AND BULLY HIM))

Owen: *stares at joey* yummy snack, huh?

Owen: *lays back in chair*

go get your.....meal. On my latest post.

WHATSYWGWHW

YALL DONT MAKE FUN OF HIM...........

((I like how the whole time Owen has just been bullied as the only source of social interactions)

D.M: yeah whatever i have a shotgun *hugs jack*

D.M: thats yesterdays news catch up buddy, anyway get the fuck away from this tangerine

D.M: shit a cucumuber-