[ okay, but consider: the arm does extend this time, slapping the hand away. no touch.
then he just stares, incredulous, at what comes out of this motherfucker's mouth. ]
First off, it's Fizzarolli. Get it right. Second, why would I— [ he SMACKS THE HAND AGAIN ] ever want to sing a duet with you, much less make out?! I have a boyfriend!
[ that he constantly sleeps with other people with, but, you know, that's not here nor there.
they would sound really cool in a duet, though... oh no, now he's thinking about it. the adhd... is winning. ]
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then he just stares, incredulous, at what comes out of this motherfucker's mouth. ]
First off, it's Fizzarolli. Get it right. Second, why would I— [ he SMACKS THE HAND AGAIN ] ever want to sing a duet with you, much less make out?! I have a boyfriend!
[ that he constantly sleeps with other people with, but, you know, that's not here nor there.
they would sound really cool in a duet, though... oh no, now he's thinking about it. the adhd... is winning. ]