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I have a not so secret love of dress up games. Anime-inspired ones, because I will never stop loving the art style, even if it's totally unrealistic. Anyways, I found this one game where you dress up two guys (in guys clothes, yes, in case any of you were wondering) and I actually started imagining the virtual 'dolls' having a conversation as I dressed them up, making one guy obnoxiously colourful and bubbly and the other look like he really, really wanted to be anywhere but here.
So then I giggled and wrote down the conversation, and sent it to dragonarya, and then I decided to share it with you lovely people and expose my not-so-secret love to all of you. Without further ado, I give you Waiting for the Subway: A Bromance.
Boy on the left: Why am I here. Why am I doing this. Why are you MAKING me do this--why...why are you so...gay? Are you even gay? I can't even tell with you!
Boy on the right: We're here because it's fun! Seriously, do you freak out this much about the subway all the time?
Left: Only when I'm with you and you're dressed like a CLOWN!
Right: I'm not dressed like a clown! I'm colourful! I like colours. Girls like colours.
Left: My retinas are trying to commit suicide. I'm in pain.
Right: Oh shut up. You're just jealous.
Left: Of your hideous ensemble? No way.
Right: Says the guy who just used the word 'ensemble' in regular conversation!
Left: What does that have to do with ANYTHING?
Right: It means you're secretly a NERD! Who hates colours!
Left: I don't hate colours, I just hate YOU.
Right: (sticks out tongue) Why do I even hang out with you.
Left: No idea.
(Neither leaves anyways. Right winks and waggles his fingers a a girl across the subway tracks. Left elbows him in the side; Right doesn't bother hiding his grin. They go back to Right's house and eat potato chips and play video games all weekend.)
FIN
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SO. I dunno, guys. Do these boys need names? Any suggestions?
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T
So then I giggled and wrote down the conversation, and sent it to dragonarya, and then I decided to share it with you lovely people and expose my not-so-secret love to all of you. Without further ado, I give you Waiting for the Subway: A Bromance.
Boy on the left: Why am I here. Why am I doing this. Why are you MAKING me do this--why...why are you so...gay? Are you even gay? I can't even tell with you!
Boy on the right: We're here because it's fun! Seriously, do you freak out this much about the subway all the time?
Left: Only when I'm with you and you're dressed like a CLOWN!
Right: I'm not dressed like a clown! I'm colourful! I like colours. Girls like colours.
Left: My retinas are trying to commit suicide. I'm in pain.
Right: Oh shut up. You're just jealous.
Left: Of your hideous ensemble? No way.
Right: Says the guy who just used the word 'ensemble' in regular conversation!
Left: What does that have to do with ANYTHING?
Right: It means you're secretly a NERD! Who hates colours!
Left: I don't hate colours, I just hate YOU.
Right: (sticks out tongue) Why do I even hang out with you.
Left: No idea.
(Neither leaves anyways. Right winks and waggles his fingers a a girl across the subway tracks. Left elbows him in the side; Right doesn't bother hiding his grin. They go back to Right's house and eat potato chips and play video games all weekend.)
FIN
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SO. I dunno, guys. Do these boys need names? Any suggestions?
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T