#ayrestige

[cinnamonzor]

Razum-dar: [exists]

Ayrenn: [also exists]

Khoshekh: Gay thoughts are a bus and I am Regina George.

Shazah: …What does any of that even mean???

[cinnamonzor]

Ayrenn: I got Netflix for the three of us like you asked.

Khoshekh: Holy shit, you’re the best! I've been mooching off the Companions’ account for years and I’m sick of Abby mocking me for watching so many cartoons.

Ayrenn: Wait, what do mean “account?”

Khoshekh: Their Netflix account?

Ayrenn:

Razum-dar: Like their profile? We wanted one of our own. They're like eight dollars.

Ayrenn: Oh... You meant an account on the service...

Razum-dar: Yeah, what did you think we meant?

Ayrenn: Uhhh...

Khoshekh: Wait... Renn, what did you buy?

Ayrenn:

Ayrenn: Netflix...

[cinnamonzor]

Ayrenn: This is ridiculous.

Ayrenn: We’re constantly facing death trying to defend the Dominion from dark forces and murderous extremists.

Ayrenn: But when we're alone at home, every noise is a serial killer.

Khoshekh, leaping into Ayrenn’s arms: DID YOU HEAR THAT CRASH???

Ayrenn, pointing her sword at the noise: OHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT

[cinnamonzor]

Khoshekh: Don't worry, guys! We got this! With the three of us, our love can conquer anythi-!

Monster: [smacks them all across the room into a wall]

Khoshekh: Owwww…

Razum-dar: Uuuuugh…

Ayrenn: The power of love is bullshit…! The power of swords and violence…? Now that's where the money is…

[cinnamonzor]

Khoshekh, writing in their journal: Day three of quarantine. My partners and I are trying to make a gender reveal cake.

Khoshekh: We’re in agreement the general concept is stupid.  Also, nobody's pregnant and none of us know how to bake. There’s like a fifty percent chance at least one of us will die in the process. These “counterintuitive” factors only make us want to do it more.

Khoshekh: Should I perish in this endeavor, it is here in this journal entry that I shall officially request for my funeral to feature a choir singing a song that I composed last week out of boredom. It’s called “I Told You So, Jackasses” and can be found around five pages back from here.

Khoshekh: All in all, it’s looking to be an excellent day. I will return with the results of both our baking project and my efforts to covertly dye Raz’s ear fur neon green with food coloring. I’m almost certain Renn will make no efforts to stop me.

[cinnamonzor]

Ayrenn: Tomorrow at 7. I'll come pick you up.

Ayrenn: [walks away]

Khoshekh, visibly flustered: ...Did she just ask me out on a date?

Cariel: I think it was more of a statement.