ONE ON ONE (WITH FORK SATAN)

"Yeah, but according to your brain, which I can still hear by the way, it'll be more painful if you stay with me."

"I'd rather my head explode."
I don't know what I'd rather anymore. This idiot's mixing me up!

I'm not an idiot you moron.
"Still not letting you go I'm afraid."

She jerked her arm out of his grasp. "Fine. Don't lock me in your gay closet again, or I'm really leaping out of that airlock."

"Since when was I gay?"

"Your closet was neat and stupid."

"Oh so that makes me gay? I happen to like keeping things in order!" He exclaimed. "You're stupid!"

"You and your closet are stupid!"

"Your cow is stupid!"
(sorry…I could not resist)

"I don't even have a cow, you idiot!!"

(I gtg sorry

G'night!)

(i know. night Sly)

(Hello0)

(yes hi)

"I don't even have a cow, you idiot!!"

"I KNOW!" Jules put his head in his hands. "Let's just….calm down….and start. Over."

"Oh, so you want me to forgive you for shoving me in a closet??"

"To be fair, you were disturbing my salad."

"Oh, I was disturbing the baby-wabies lunch. I'm so sooory that you were behind the times, Cowboy."

Jules blinked. "Bye." He whirled around and marched to the cockpit.

Lilith growled after him and stalked back into his quarters.

(Time skip?)

(ok)

Jules knocked softly on the door to his quarters. 3 hours had passed. "You in there?"

"Where else would I be?" Her anger in him flared up somewhat again.

"I don't know. I thought you'd jumped out the airlock." He chuckled a little. "Can I come in?"

"No. And there isn't even an airlock in here. Shove off."

Jules sighed. "Fine. You can just sit in there and get even more lonely."

"Thanks, that's what I want. Go enjoy a salad or something."

Jules sighed. You just won't give up will you?