England: yes, you should definitely record squirt.
P.k: don’t give into the demon spawn?!
England: just once, las. I’ll cover for you.

P.k: (scowls) well it’s not my *fault*!
England: you’re just pissy under all that monotone personality
P.k: (makes a strangling motion at them but otherwise calms down)

P.k: (heats their body up as emphasis)

England: I’m not complaining.

P.k: (grumbles) I might just pluck *your* feathers off.

England: (deadpans)

P.k: Not Mikki, she likes everyone.
England: that’s a first.
P.k: like you’re one to talk, I saw you ogling a couple people, Onocos. (Snaps a picture of the scene)
England: I was not???

England: (shakes their head) no, no. I’m not…thirsty.
P.k; it won’t bite you if you drink it, Onocos.
England: I know that *Odis.*

Hi !

England: ..oh.

P.k: (snickers)

England: Yupp-o

England: uh….no, I’ve eaten. (Shoves their hands into their jackets pockets)

England: *I* haven’t done anything??

P.k: (shrugs)

England: *much* better than ice.

P.k: L, human.

England: (sighs and walks over to them) please, by my guest.

P.k: (shrugs) not my problem anymore. Marcos, what gives?

England: (groans) fucking Will. Their anger issues are over the chart when I’m around, and now I got a nasty bruise on my hip.

P.k: good on you squirt, now eat the other one.

England: (walks in) don’t kill the dog, now.

P.k: of course,

P.k: (smiles softly) Oedyz, there you are.

P.k; if they were harmless, they would’ve been eliminated. Isn’t that right, Mickey? You’re too cute to be killed, aren’t you? Oh yes you are.

P.k: (picks up Mickey gingerly) they’re *cute*, first of all. You’re an all mighty demon, and you’re scared of a *duck.*

P.k: (bursts into laughter) fucking wuss

P.k: their dad maybe? Maybe his twin held him up.