ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠ𝖆𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬

“Nevermind. What are you up to today? Anything fun?”

“Are you secretly a furry?”

“Did you just meow at me?”

“You’re like a cat. . .silent until it’s time to pounce.”

“I don — when did you get here?!”

He is a simp for Ar- not finishing that sentence.

⠀⠀ ❝ 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙, ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪’𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯’ 𝑹̶𝑬̶𝑫̶. ❞ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

Pretty much. . .won’t hear me telling her that though. ⠀ Her ego’s big enough as it is.

“You don’t know about Donna Troy?”

“I said I’m fine.” He responded once more before walking out into the kitchen and grabbing himself some toast.

“Donna was my first Amazonian partner, Arte.”

“I’m fine. Just trying to enjoy this nice Friday.” His voice lowered, as if he wasn’t being completely transparent with her.

“For you, maybe.”

“That just means I’m that good at masking my emotions.”

“You’re making me miss Donna.”

“I could ask you the same thing. It’s Friday, I love Fridays. So I’m obviously joking with you.”

“Scratch, knock down my helmets, be general menaces to society.”

“You’ve got to be drunk or something, because I am not your entertainment Art.”

“Cats are assholes. They do things to purposely piss you off.”

“What am I, your jester?”