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Rumi: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it.
Zoey: Just rip the bandage off.
Rumi: It’s Jinu.
Mira: Put the bandage back on.
*Huntr/x is having dinner together*
Zoey: Rumi, can you pass the salt?
Rumi: *Throws Mira across the table*
Zoey: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?
Rumi: You’re a hazard to society
Mira: And a coward. DO TWENTY.
Zoey: Ok, maybe it was too soon to play "whose family is most dysfunctional". Rumi's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get her out...
Zoey: What’s it like being tall? Is it nice Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?
Mira: I live in constant fear of you short people who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.
*At the beginning of their training*
Rumi: Good night.
Zoey: Sleep tight.
Mira: Don't let the bedbugs crawl up to your ear and whisper threatening things that make you question yourself.
Rumi: Great, now Zoey's crying.
Mira: Yesterday, Rumi poured a Monster energy drink in her coffee, said "I'm going to die", and drank the whole thing.
Zoey: This morning I watched her brew her coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think she ascended into the astral realm.
Mira: The survivability of the human race never fails to amaze me.
Zoey: Dammit, the printer broke while printing out Mira's birthday invitations. They were supposed to say, "Mira's birthday". Now, they say "Mira’s bi" instead.
Rumi:
Rumi: I mean, it works out either way.
Zoey: I'm so tired, I only got six hoursof sleep!
Mira: Six? I only got three!
Rumi, stumbling out of her room and grabbing a jug of coffee: What year is it??
Mira: I am darkness. I am power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am-
Rumi: A cinnamon roll.
Zoey: A sweetheart.
Mira:
Mira: ...S-stop it.
Rumi: Name a more iconic combo than my anxiety and my crippling fear of abandonment. I'll wait.
Zoey: You, me, and Mira!
Rumi: tearing up: Okay.