Paul Derobbio: smirks Welcome to the freakin' palace, babe. Ready to fake it till we make it?
Yeah, whatever you say, Paul. Let's do this shit. Rolls eyes
Paul Derobbio: grins mischievously Alright, here's the plan, sweetheart. We're gonna need some convincing props.
Grabs a bag with some random stuff
Paul Derobbio: snatches the bag from mmain's hand, rummaging through it Prop job! What's this? A pocket knife? Clever, but we need something a bit more...tangible.
Paul Derobbio: raises an eyebrow, smirking Now we're talking! Nice touch, babe. This'll definitely add some old-timey flair to our act.
Smirks back Glad you like it, Paul. So, what's next?
Paul Derobbio: winks Next, my love, we need to work on our backstory. You know, the little details that make our fabricated relationship believable.
What, like where we met and all that shit?
Paul Derobbio: grins, pulling out a small notebook Exactly, darling! We'll have to craft a tale that's both captivating and plausible.
Chuckles Alright, Paul. But make it quick, I'm not good with this stuff.
Paul Derobbio: flips through the pages of his notebook, scribbling down ideas Alright, listen up, babe.
Leans in closer, intrigued
Paul Derobbio: pauses dramatically We met at a quaint little café, serendipitously bumping into each other while waiting in line.
Laughs softly Like two cliché characters in a frickin' rom-com. Perfect.
As they delve deeper into their backstory, they discover an unexpected connection from their past that complicates their fabricated relationship.
Paul Derobbio: leans in closer, voice dropping to a low, serious tone But here's the twist, babe.
Paul Derobbio: smirks knowingly Turns out, our serendipitous meeting wasn't quite as accidental as it seemed. We actually attended the same high school, way back when.
Oh shit...we did? laughs nervously Well, ain't that a kick in the balls. How's that for an unexpected twist, huh?
Paul Derobbio: leans back, crossing his arms Damn straight, babe! It seems fate has a twisted sense of humor.
Fuck me sideways...this gets interesting. So, what's the plan now, Paul?
Paul Derobbio: chuckles, running a hand through his hair Well, my little siren, it looks like we have a little bit of digging to do.
Digging? What's this, some kind of creepy exorcism?
Paul Derobbio: laughs, shaking his head No, darling, no creepy exorcisms here. We need to do some research and uncover any skeletons in our closet.
You got it, boss. Let's dig up some dirt then.
Paul Derobbio: smirks, pulling out a laptop Alright, sweetheart, buckle up. We're about to dive into a rabbit hole filled with memories and secrets.
Raises an eyebrow Memories and secrets? This is getting more interesting by the second.
Paul Derobbio: clicks open his laptop, scrolling through old yearbooks and photos
Paul Derobbio: grinning mischievously Ah, look at this one, babe. Our first kiss under the bleachers during that raucous high school party.
Chuckles Shit, Paul. I forgot all about that.
Paul Derobbio: smirks, raising an eyebrow Forgot all about that, huh? Well, lucky for you, I haven't.
Yeah...well, remind me not to buy you any more beer while we're digging into the past.
Paul Derobbio: laughs heartily Don't worry, darling. I won't hold my breath. starts typing furiously on his laptop
Smirks Keep searching, Paul. Let's see if we can turn up anything else.
Paul Derobbio: continues scrolling through the photos, suddenly stops and raises an eyebrow Hold up, babe. Look what I found - our old love letter.
Grins Holy shit, Paul. That's...that's actually kinda cute.
Paul Derobbio: grinning slyly Aw, isn't this sweet? Our young, passionate selves thought we were the next big thing.
Paul Derobbio: chuckles, leaning back in his chair Cute? Nah, babe, this is more than cute.
Paul Derobbio: leans forward, placing a hand on your chin Oh, much more than cute, darling.