hrryotel: You're up rather early, aren't you?
LiLAHANNE: Three AM must be our time zone.
hrryotel: I was at a party. That’s why I’m awake.
LiLAHANNE: Parties are cool. But not for people who don't have a favorite song.
hrryotel: Lillianne, I'm cool regardless of parties and a lack of a favorite song. I don't need either to be… me.
LiLAHANNE: You just assumed my name. How *dare* you, hairy.
hrryotel: You did that on purpose, didn’t you?
LiLAHANNE: I did. I thought you might like it. It felt… right.
hrryotel: I fucking *hate* when people call me hairy. It's even worse hearing it in person. It feels… invasive.
LiLAHANNE: “Hairy” just made me laugh. It’s absurd. And you… you looked so pleased when I said it.
hrryotel: Aw, you guys made me blush. It's like… ink blooming across my skin.
LiLAHANNE: You’ve watched *Finding Nemo*.
hrryotel: Oh, look at me. I’m giving myself away.
LiLAHANNE: Stop. You're perfect. Just… perfect.
hrryotel: You shall call me Squish, and I shall be yours, and I shall be your squishy little thing.
LiLAHANNE: MINE MINE MINE MINE.