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[stupidloser]

[a certain stupid loser is sitting alone on a bench, definitely not texting the girl that they want to be their girlfriend or anything, because only stupid losers do that.]

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[bighouses]

... Misha?

[stupidloser]

What?

[bighouses]

Why don't we go out?

[stupidloser]

[sideways glance...]

Fitz... That's not a joke, is it?

[bighouses]

—What?

[stupidloser]

Ah, you were... joking.

[this is really awkward]

[bighouses]

Of course I was joking. What are you even—

[stupidloser]

[standing up abruptly]

—I should go.

[bighouses]

[I'M SO]

To do what?

[stupidloser]

[hastily, not looking at her because if he does he's worried he might actually die]

To be somewhere other than here!

[bighouses]

Why?

[stupidloser]

I don't feel well.

[bighouses]

Are you ... Were you ready to take me seriously just now?

[stupidloser]

[if he says yes, he's going to die, so he just nods.]

[bighouses]

What's wrong with you?

[stupidloser]

I don't know! I'm probably— sick, or something!

[or i'm a loser]

[bighouses]

[... aNNOYED]

Go home!

[stupidloser]

[oFFENDED]

Fine!

[STOMPING AWAY LIKE A LOSER, never mind that he's still wearing her scarf]

[bighouses]

[COLD AND MAD AND EMBARRASSED]