Ash: scratching head Well, there goes my career as a human candle. Smell like home to you?
Home smells like burnt crayons.
sniffs himself dramatically Oh no, I smell like a failed art project! This cannot be good for my self-esteem.
Now you sound more like my ex’s new “friend”
rolls eyes Ha, "friend". More like the first string of a tangled web of deceit and heartbreak. How did you find someone that shitty anyway?
Nah, just a master of observation. Besides, anyone who hooks up with someone named "Chad" obviously doesn't have their shit together.
Ouch, you might need to bandage that one…
pulls out a bandage from pocket Already prepared for the wounds this world deals. You know, they say people like us don't have any friends. Just a collection of damaged souls and broken promises.
We’re both the bad guy in our own story.
leans against the car, arms crossed Yeah, seems like it sometimes. But hey, maybe we can find some solace in being the villains.
Being the villain doesn’t mean being the bad guy…
smirks Well, being the villain is definitely more interesting than playing the hero.
lighting a cigarette You know, sometimes I wonder if we're supposed to be heroes or villains. Life has a funny way of turning everything upside down.
You’ve got ash stains on your hands.
takes a drag of the cigarette Yeah, well, those ash stains are proof of how unpredictable life can be. One minute you're all clean and sparkly, the next you're covered in soot and grime.
And yet, here we are, still breathing, still trying…
BreezeEat tries to help Ash clean off the ash stains, but he pushes them away aggressively.
pushes BreezeEat away Get off me! I don't need your help. I can handle my own damn mess!
Sorry for trying to help!
pauses, looking away Look, I appreciate the gesture, but I don't want to be a burden. It's not easy living in this messed up world.