#ship: you are my beau soir / and you’re my clair de lune

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eddy, jokingly: my love language is being annoying :D

brett, deadpan: you must love me a lot, then

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brett, aimlessly scrolling on his phone: do you think we should have a quartet play canon in d in our wedding?? you know, as a joke?

eddy:

eddy: since when are we getting married?

brett, realising that the ring was still in his pocket: wait

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eddy: what’s your type?

brett: a taiwanese-australian musician from kaohsiung with black hair, brown eyes, and Chen as a surname

eddy: oh my god

eddy: does that mean you have a crush on my sister?!

brett: *stares at the camera like it’s The Office*

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sophie: hey eddy! kiss marry kill - ray, zach, todd

eddy: kiss zach, marry brett, kill todd

sophie:

sophie: brett wasn’t even on the list

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eddy: wait, you like me?

brett: bro i literally quit my job for you

brett: i missed my recital to watch you perform in competition

brett: i did an honours’ degree so i can stay with you for one more year and we can graduate together

eddy, nodding thoughtfully: so do you *like* like me, or do you mean that like as a friend?

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brett: are you taken?

eddy: yeah

eddy: for granted

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eddy: tell me i’m pretty

brett, smiling fondly: pretty fucking annoying is what you are

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eddy, pointing down: may i sit here?

brett: that’s my lap

eddy: that doesn’t answer my question

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jordon, talking on zoom: i dare you to kiss the next person who walks into the room

brett: that’s ridiculous why would i even do that—

eddy: *walks in the living room*

brett, already leaving the zoom meeting and power-walking up to eddy: welp, rules are rules!

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brett, standing up at a dinner party: i’d like to propose—

eddy: omg yes!!!!!!!! :D

brett: —a toast

eddy: wait no go back

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editor-san: how did you end up crashing the car anyway?

eddy: brett was driving on this dark road and i saw it run through so i yelled, “brett!! deer!!”

editor-san: and what did he do?

eddy, pinching his nose: he said, “yes, darling?”

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brett: i love you

eddy: was that you, or was that the whiskey talking?

brett: no

brett: that was me talking to the whiskey

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brett: my boyfriend’s too tall for me to kiss him, what should i do?

ray: punch him in the gut, and when he doubles over in pain, kiss him

hilary: tickle him!! :D

jordon: kick him in the shins

eddy: NO TO ALL OF THOSE. brett, honey, just ask me to lean down?!?!

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editor-san: i know you’re in love with him

eddy: *scoffs* i’m not in love with brett

editor-san: i never said who

eddy:

eddy: no wAIT—

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ray: why is eddy upset?

brett: *sighs*

brett: he asked me if i would still date him if he was a frying pan and i said no

eddy, shouting from the other side of the room: yOU DIDN’T EVEN HESITATE!!!!

brett, shouting back: hOW THE FUCK DO YOU EVEN DATE A FRYING PAN—

ray:

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eddy: so what’s your type?

brett: kind, super hot, introverted, has perfect pitch, low self-esteem, pretty damn good at the violin

eddy: that kinda sounds like me!! too bad i’m not hot :(

brett:

brett: did i mention low self-esteem?

eddy: yeah

brett: okay cool just making sure