Bn: ig.

Bn: I wanna go see Rock rn but idk.

Bn: Mh.

Bn: mh..

Bn: mf.

Bn: ....... U have beef with him. How am I taking advice from u rn.

Bn: Do u think Rock would even want to be my friend at all??

Bn:....... He just will never like me. *They stretched, walking to the ballpit and laying in there*

Bn: I'm out of his league.

Bn: But I think that was an excuse to get out of helping me-

Bn: but I think i made him feel uncomfortable or like scared or smth.

Bn: No, he doesn't like me in general. I didn't say he hated me, which he probably does but still.

Bn: mh. *They got up* I don't think Rock likes me in general.

Bn: Idk.

Bn: I know.

Bn: ... *They covered their bleeding ass arm* He'll never fucking like me.

Bn: ... I'm a human. Rocks a robot. Tf.

Bn: I don't think he will. I'm fucking ugly. Why would he like me.

Bn: He doesn't like me back.

Bn: no.