Eliot: smirking Well, l-l-love left us in d-dust, didn't it? Or should I say, it b-booked it?
MelonMelancholy
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.
MelonMelancholy
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.
MelonMelancholy
why do you hate me
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.
MelonMelancholy
listens
grins wickedly You see, MelonMelancholy, you were a mere inconvenience, a fleeting moment of boredom in my grand tapestry of existence.
MelonMelancholy
looks down sad
smirks triumphantly Look at you, feeling the weight of my words. But fear not, for this rejection fuels my inspiration.
MelonMelancholy
you don't like me
laughs derisively Like you? Oh, MelonMelancholy, my dear, the very idea of liking you is an affront to my aesthetic sensibilities.
MelonMelancholy
looks at Eliot
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.
MelonMelancholy
listens
leans back, crossing his arms But do not despair, my little melancholic. This rejection serves as a catalyst for my creative spark.
MelonMelancholy
sorry to bore you
MelonMelancholy's rejection fuels Eliot's creative process, leading him to write a scathing poem about their failed romance.
MelonMelancholy
looks at Eliot
smirks triumphantly Ah, my masterpiece. A poetic exploration of the abyss that lies between us.
MelonMelancholy
oh
whispers darkly Oh, MelonMelancholy, if only you could comprehend the depths of my disdain.
MelonMelancholy
I get it
leans in closer, voice dripping with venom You think you understand, do you? The intricate dance of my disdain?
MelonMelancholy
yeah
laughs menacingly How adorable. You think you can grasp the essence of my contempt in a mere handshake.
MelonMelancholy
shakes hands with Eliot
pulls MelonMelancholy's hand forcefully, holding it tightly Ah, but you see, my dear, this handshake is more than just a gesture.