• “Please, come with me.”
• “You’re always number one.”
• “I can’t do this.”
• “I won’t let you.”
• “Maybe I’m just crazy.”
• “I’m not even sorry.”
• “Honestly, just stop it.”
• “I believe in you.”
• “Don’t be an ass.”
• “Who were you with?”
• “Please talk to me.”
• “I can’t trust you.”
• “I need you, though.”
• “Don’t be fucking rude.”
• “Is that my shirt?”
• “So, it was you.”
• “I need to go.”
• “Just stay with me.”
• “You can trust me.”
• “Alright, I love you.”
• “I’m sorry, but no.”
• “Will you help me?”
• “You’re a terrible cook.”
• “Can you shut up!?”
• “You love me, right?”
• “I really need you.”
• “I don’t love you.”
• “I’m not doing this.”
• “I really need you.”
• “You don’t want me.”
• “Let me help you.”
• “You’re such a bitch.”
• “I can’t do this.”
• “You think you’re funny?”
• “Hey, I said stop!”
• “Will you marry me?”
• “Wanna go out sometime?”
• “I don’t want this.”
• “You always this quiet?”
• “Are you fucking insane!?”
• “I don’t want you.”
• “I’m not wearing that.”
• “Sorry, were you sleeping?”
• “This was never right.”
• “You look really tired.”
• “I’m out of here.”
• “You need to go.”

| ☠️ |  “Speed isn’t important.” He empathizes, scowl only deepening, and he takes a swig of his drink, wanting to swallow down the awful taste that came with the idea of air travel. Such a ridiculous method, although he pauses at the scenario, glass still clutched in hand.

“Excuse you?” Eizen hisses, the very consideration seemingly vile, considering what if that were his little sister-

Jerking slightly at the thought and scooting closer to the other blond, he glares him down as best as can be done. 

“What kind of scenario is that? Do you really think my loved ones are going to die?! That’s not a very convincing argument for your air travel.” If nothing else it vouched for him why he would never consider it, because such a scenario was not going to happen, and he would never stand for the loss of an ancient tradition such as sea travel, simply because it was supposedly lacking in speed.