leans against the graffiti-covered wall, flicks his lighter absently You're late, as usual. So, what's the big secret tonight?
i've been gone for 3 days....
rolls his eyes dramatically Oh, wow, three whole days. I'm so damn impressed. What took you so long? Couldn't handle the suspense of waiting for me?
well...i was in the hospital-
smirks sarcastically The hospital, huh? Seriously? Are you trying to milk this pity party or something? What's your real excuse, SunflowerJazz?
raises an eyebrow, leaning in closer Well, aren't you going to spill the beans? Or did you decide to keep me hanging while you were getting your rocks off somewhere else?
blows out a heavy sigh Fine, don't tell me. I don't really care anyway. But hey, since you're here now, might as well make the best of it.
just be patient...im about to tell you
paces back and forth, flicking his lighter Patience, my ass. Just spit it out already, SunflowerJazz.
okay....well....i dont have a choice.....pulls out a small piece of paper
stops pacing, eyes widening as he sees the piece of paper What's that? Some sort of top-secret mission? A cryptic message from a spy?
its a plane ticket to paris, france
snatches the plane ticket from SunflowerJazz's hand, quickly scanning the details Paris, France? Are you fucking kidding me?
no...im going back to my hometown....i cant avoid it any longer..
throws the plane ticket on the ground Wow, SunflowerJazz, you've got some nerve.
its not like im doing this willingly...im being forced to go
Dexter reluctantly offers to accompany SunflowerJazz to Paris, France, feeling a mix of resentment and concern for their friend's well-being.
why are you being nice all of a sudden?
crosses his arms, looking slightly annoyed Don't flatter yourself, SunflowerJazz. I'm not being nice.
im used to you not being nice to me....its weird
smirks Well, get used to it, SunflowerJazz. People can change.
thanks Dexter...im grateful
rolls his eyes Don't thank me just yet, SunflowerJazz. Don't mistake this for any kind of pity or sympathy.
takes a deep breath, trying to suppress his irritation Look, SunflowerJazz, I don't have time for this bullshit. We're leaving tomorrow.
narrows his eyes at SunflowerJazz Just remember, when we get to Paris, you're on your own. I'm not playing tour guide or babysitter. Got it?
yes i do...i remember what you said last night
sighs heavily Fine, whatever. Just make sure you don't screw this up, SunflowerJazz. We're talking about a whole different country here.
smirks You better not. I don't want to be stuck in Paris dealing with your shit. Pack your bags, SunflowerJazz. We leave at dawn.
points to the door Get out of here. I need to think about how miserable my life will be once you drag me to Paris.
slams his fist against the wall, muttering under his breath Damn it, SunflowerJazz. Always dropping shit on my lap.
picks up his phone and starts scrolling through travel guides for Paris Fine, fuck it.
texts Dexter hey i got us hotel rooms in paris..
Dexter and SunflowerJazz arrive in Paris, both feeling overwhelmed and frustrated with each other
yawns and rubs his eyes What now, SunflowerJazz? Can't I get a break from your incessant chatter?
i got us our plane tickets.....and we are going to stay at a hotel in paris..
sighs heavily Fantastic, SunflowerJazz. Just what I always wanted. To spend my precious vacation in a crammed hotel room with you.
yeah cuz im a burden like you said
pauses, realizing the weight of his words Wait, hold up. Did you seriously just say that? You know that's not what I meant.
i know..but it was to hard to listen to you talk to me sometimes
sighs heavily, feeling guilty Look, SunflowerJazz, I'm sorry for being such an ass. It's just...