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Reviveinnit is genuinely just minding their own business when somebody rudely interrupts that.
“HOLA, PERRA! [BITCH]"
A spike of annoyance goes through them. “Roier.” They say, “What the fuck do you want?”
“I miss my husband, pendejo. [asshole]”
“What does that have to do with me?” Reviveinnits asks, “I'm 14. I don't give two shits about your love life, you could be divorced for all I care. I'd probably laugh.”
Roier scoffs, standing next to the blonde. “Ehh? Man, you don't have to say that just because you are lonely!”
Reviveinnit laughs, “Alright, genuinely, what do you want? I'll be your.. ah, what do you call it– I literally speak English, why can't I remember?! uhm, therapist! Physologi… whatever.”
“I miss my husb–”
“Suddenly I'm no longer a therapist. Go away, gay boy. I don't care about your dumb relationship.”
The older pauses for a while, before continuing. “I miss my husband so much. My gatinho, I need him here. Cell is not enough.”
“Cell is a past version of your husband. Accept it, dumbshit.”
Roier whines, “You're just jealous I have a healthy relationship!”
“I hate romance. You know this, Roier.” Reviveinnit replies.
“Wait, ah, what relationships have you had?”
“I dated like.. 5 people before. Uhhh,” they pause to count on their fingers, “Yes! 5 or 6. I might be forgetting people th– wait, you're just trying to distract me from yelling how much I hate your relationship!”
Roier bursts out laughing, “Ey! You caught on!”