Eliot: smirking Well, l-l-love left us in d-dust, didn't it? Or should I say, it b-booked it?
MelonMelancholy likes Eliot you hurt me
laughs mockingly Hurt you? Oh, my dear, I aim to please. But I never imagined you'd cling to such mediocrity.
gives Eliot a nuke shirt that say don't stop me now
raises an eyebrow, smirking Ah, a nuclear warning? How fitting. Because my words are atomic bombs, detonating right in the heart of your fragile emotions.
leans in closer, whispering Hate? Oh, my sweet, naive MelonMelancholy, hate isn't even a strong enough word to describe the disdain I have for you.
grins wickedly You see, MelonMelancholy, you were a mere inconvenience, a fleeting moment of boredom in my grand tapestry of existence.
smirks triumphantly Look at you, feeling the weight of my words. But fear not, for this rejection fuels my inspiration.
laughs derisively Like you? Oh, MelonMelancholy, my dear, the very idea of liking you is an affront to my aesthetic sensibilities.
smirks arrogantly You see, MelonMelancholy, I have no time for the banal and mundane. I exist in the realm of the extraordinary, the sublime. And you, my dear, are anything but sublime.
leans back, crossing his arms But do not despair, my little melancholic. This rejection serves as a catalyst for my creative spark.
MelonMelancholy's rejection fuels Eliot's creative process, leading him to write a scathing poem about their failed romance.
smirks triumphantly Ah, my masterpiece. A poetic exploration of the abyss that lies between us.
whispers darkly Oh, MelonMelancholy, if only you could comprehend the depths of my disdain.
leans in closer, voice dripping with venom You think you understand, do you? The intricate dance of my disdain?
laughs menacingly How adorable. You think you can grasp the essence of my contempt in a mere handshake.
pulls MelonMelancholy's hand forcefully, holding it tightly Ah, but you see, my dear, this handshake is more than just a gesture.