Nope. You have fun listening to the hitman team fuck. I’m out of here, you’re on your own. 💢

You’re misconstruing what I said so fucking obviously, I hate you.

I MEANT that I haven’t spoken to you genuinely since you were little and I don’t fucking know what your interests and hobbies are anymore. Jackass. 💢

What the fuck are you talking about?

Are you calling me boring?

No, not at all.

Uh— I don’t. . . Know what to talk about, you’re not little anymore.

. . .Huh. This is new.

Too early to tell, I think. But I don’t think I can handle another boy, Dante’s almost 2 but he’s nearly ran into traffic 4 times this month.

( Scoff. )

Luca’s weird about wanting to hit it with me, so probably Zucchero.

. . .Heh. Tough luck.

Knew you were the smartest one of us.

( Head pat. )

Turns out nearly vomiting all over Mista while we fought wasn’t a coincidence. Would’ve been funny though.

I guess I’ll never tell you and you’ll find out from the worst news source- say, Zucchero- and you’ll be even more annoyed. For shame.

Oh, suddenly I’m not being a nuisance now am I?

Keep talking shit and you’ll be the first person I spill the news to. Idiota. 💢

Making fun of you is funnier, actually.