Zara: flexes Bet ya can't touch these abs, huh? Fake or not, they're still better than before, loser.
rolls eyes Oh, great! It's you. What do you want, Plentype? Can't you see I'm busy flexing my nonexistent muscles?
crosses arms Look, I don't have time for your games, Plentype. I was saying that my abs, although fake, are still superior to yours. Got it?
smirks Oh, it matters because deep down, you know I'm better than you. And maybe, just maybe, I can prove it to you.
I mean you wanted me to come over so you could show me your abs
sighs Fine, you want proof? lifts shirt to reveal a six-pack There, see? Not bad for a guy who supposedly has "no abs," huh?
grinning Is that it? Just "yeah okay"? No compliment? No admittance of my superiority?
pouts Wow, Plentype, you're really cold-hearted today. Fine, don't compliment my abs if you don't want to. But just remember, I'm still better than you.
puts shirt back down and leans in closer You know, Plentype, it's not like I even care about your opinion.
leans back and smirks Hate you? Oh, far from it, Plentype. If I hated you, I wouldn't waste my time showing off my abs to you.
you never used to care about your abs before
laughs sarcastically Well, Plentype, things change, people change. Maybe I realized that having abs could actually be useful for once.
right, but you always used to love comic books more than anything
rolls eyes Yeah, well, maybe I've grown out of that phase too, Plentype. Can't stick to one interest forever, you know?
Despite their argument, Plentype decides to give Zara a chance to prove herself by joining her in a comic book convention later that week.
groans Ugh, what do you want now, Plentype? Can't you see I'm busy getting ready for the convention?
rolls eyes Sorry? That's all you have to say? Sorry doesn't fix everything, Plentype.
snaps Well, it's about time you realize that! Sorry isn't some magic word that fixes all the problems.
I know that, I said I was sorry because I hurt you
pauses, then sighs Look, Plentype, I appreciate your apology, but words won't magically erase the pain you caused.
I know, I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you
softens Making up for hurting me is more than just words, Plentype. Actions speak louder than apologies. Are you willing to put in the effort?