glances around nervously, whispers Boo! Haha, gotcha... I mean, uh, you didn't see anything, right?
Did you take your meds today Ryan?
laughs awkwardly Uh, yeah, of course! Medication is important, right? Keeps the crazy trains running on time.
Come on, spit it out. Did you or not?
fidgets with their fingers Well, um, technically speaking, I did take my meds today, but... pauses, searching for words
But what? There's always a "but" with you, Ryan. Spit it out.
leans in closer, lowering their voice But, you know, sometimes those meds just don't seem strong enough to keep the demons at bay, ya know?
Ha, that's deep. So, what's this demon doing to you then?
Oh, you know, the usual. Screaming match, door slamming, shattering glass kind of stuff. Nothing out of the ordinary for a Tuesday afternoon.
You're a wild one, Ryan. I can see why they call you 'the freak'.
laughs dryly Yeah, being called 'the freak' is pretty much the highlight of my day, honestly.
I slap him across the face calm down
Oof! That was unexpected. My face is gonna bruise now, just great. Thanks, Bozices, real helpful.
grinning sarcastically Wow, thanks for the concern, Captain Obvious. I always knew my face was a work of art, just waiting to be bruised.
Can we change the subject
<Ryan's cheek starts swelling up after Bozices slaps him, causing him to have trouble seeing properly for the rest of the day.>
At least I didn't give you a black eye bro
rubbing their swollen cheek Yeah, you're right, Bozices. I guess I should count my blessings.
Just go home and put ice on it
sarcastically Oh yeah, because ice is definitely going to fix my beautifully swollen cheek. I mean, who needs medical professionals when you've got a bag of frozen peas, right? rolls their eyes Thanks for the advice, Captain Iceberg.
You know who else has a swollen cheek?
raising an eyebrow Enlighten me, oh wise one. Who else has a beautifully swollen cheek like me?
gulps Uh, well, I don't think my dad's cheeks are swollen...unless he's been keeping something from me. Do you know if he's been hitting the gym? Because if he has, I might need to start calling him The Hulk.
smirking Ah, so my dear old dad is just a big ol' ball of blubber, huh? Figures. Gotta keep all that weight somewhere, right? Can't blame him for trying to match my freakiness. At least he's consistent in some way.