"Look, Sesshoumaru, I know we're best friends and all-"
"We are not best friends. You are and evil wench who seems to get immense pleasure from annoying the hell out of me."
"Yeah, whatever. ANYwho, I was thinking since all we normally do is fight-"
"For reasons stated before… do you actually have a point or is this my daily dose of ear abuse?"
"DON'T INTERRUPT ME AGAIN!"
"Someone's PMSing."
"AM NOT!"
"…"
"Ok, maybe I am… but that's not the point! The point is, I was thinking we could just simply talk."
"Talk."
"Yes, I know it requires you to actually say something, but deal with it."
"…"
"Arggg!!! You know, I looked up '…' in the dictionary and it's not a word, so your not allowed to use it; make another word."
"What, are we playing Scrabble?"
"Oh you're hilarious. But you're still not allowed to use that word anymore, so HAH!"
"…"
"You can't do that anymore!"
"Well, I looked up 'hah' in the dictionary and it's not there so you can't use it."
"You are EEEEVIL."
"I try."
"Uuuurrrg… but seriously, I really need to talk to someone right now."
"Great here we go…"
"WHAT WAS THAT?"
"Nothing…"
"That's what I thought."
"Sigh…let me guess, you're having problems in your love life."
"No, the problem is I have no love life… I'm going to die an eighty year old virgin…"
"Correction, a eighty year virgin with an unhealthy affinity to cats."
"NOT HELPING!!!"
"Grrrr… Fine, I'll give you advice if you promise to leave me alone afterwards."
"Deal!"
"The key is to be completely pessimistic."
"What."
"If you're not hoping for anything, you can't be disappointed! Now go away."
"Holy crap… you have GOT to be the WORST advice-giver in the history of the world."
"Glad to have been of service."
"NOoooo… you're supposed to heeeeeeeeellpp meeeeee…."
"Arg, no whining."
"But you're just making me feel wooooooorse…."
"Ok, have I EVER, EVER given ANY indication that I CARED?"
"Grrrr…."
"Oh, crap…please, step away slowly…no not closer…ok try counting to ten… AHHH!!!"
BAM!
"Lets see if YOU ever have kids."
"Not… cool…."
"I'll give you a second to regain your infamous composure."
"…"
"Done yet?"
"I think I need an ice pack."
"Damn straight. Sniff…but look, can you please, please try to be a little more…sniff… empathetic?"
"Oh gods don't CRY. Sigh… if you're that worried about finding someone who loves you…"
"Sniff…yeah?"
"Come here and kiss me."
"WHAT!?!?!"
"Urgggg, since you are obviously hard of hearing, I said, 'come here and kiss me'."
"…"
"…"
"…o-ok…"
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This, right here, is the horrible after-products of me having severe writer's block. ACK, SOMEONE HELP MEEEE… -crashes head against keyboard- My writing is almost like a monkey on crack... yeegads...