h.r:"these mfs look gay asf."*he whispered*

j.l:"u look gay asf."*he whispered back*

h.r:"ew, no."*he stopped drawing on them, putting the marker back into his pocket and walking over to Julio*"whatch find??."

j.l:"uhh...weapons, books and empty bottles of tequila."

h.r:"damn."*he grabbed a bottle that's half full, drinking it*

j.l:"....ur an idiot."