RP?

"Yeah. She might not accept it, but it doesn't hurt to try."

(I just realized your profile pic was Connor Murphy HOLY SHIT)

(oh my god. i just realised that too. lol)

(I LOVE CONNOR MURPHY) "Hey Reese," Jordan said. "You feeling okay?"

(It just loaded for me… Wow…)

(me too!)

(Is hanahaki disease a thing in this world? have some ideas for a later plot) "I'm back," Sam said as they slid into the booth. "Just ordered our food since the hostess clearly wasn't doing anything. Omelet for me, trash for you, you, and you,"

(same)

(wish i wasn't in the uk right about now. to go see it on broadway would be amazing)

(Also be careful Jensen, Evan will be jealous) (I'm sorry I ship tree bros purely because of the fanart and fanfics) (Please don't kill me)

(omg it should be) "Trash for me? I'm offended."

"Thanks Sam," Lydia replied sarcastically.

"Yeah, idiot! I've been sick, remember?" Reese snapped. She frowned. "Oh wait, of course you don't. I forgot you were out with Ash at that cafe when Sam tried to force NyQuil down my throat. Of course I eventually took it…" She smiled, thinking about her comment before to Jordan about him and Ash.

(anyone ship ashdan? I think that it should happen!!!)

"Oh hey, Sam!" Reese said.

"Well, I hope you feel better. And if you don't, I might be able to get a hold of somebody who can help."

Sam saw their blank faces and sighed. "Yes, I lied. God, do I have to spell everything out of you guys? Steak omelette for me, pancakes for Reese, French toast for Lillian, and crepes for Jordan,"

(I ship it!)

"Thank you!"

(Ship! Also should hanahaki disease be a thing here?)

"Bacon too. You always forget that I like bacon," he said, fiddling with his fork.

"I don't need help, Jordan!" she sighed. "And thanks for the pancakes, Sam. I would have been fine with trash though too." Reese replied, her voice thick with sarcasm.

(And yes, it should totally be a thing here!)

(yes)

(Maybe. It could be what Reese has, where it makes your powers dangerously powerful.)

"I'll get you bacon, Jordan." Lillian stood up and walked off.

(yeah. good idea)

(Thanks)

(Cool. So Reese has a form of hanahaki disease, and can I have it later on, too? I'm thinking I'll probably get my heart removed in the end)

Jordan's arm brushed the table, and he hissed in pain. "After we eat, I think I might need to visit a doctor. And get that tattoo ASAP."