The sky is not the limit

She’s just… going to sit here with her cup of delicious chocolate-chip marshmallow ice cream and ignore about ninety percent of this speech. 

And pretend like she’s listening. 

"—You're not listening to me, are you?" He crosses his arms and taps his foot impatiently. "You know, I thought you would be different. I thought you would listen." He huffs and looks away from her dramatically. "But you don't! You're JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!" He begins to walk away, but pauses to look over his shoulder at her. "So enjoy your ice cream, because I can't. No amount of delicious dairy treats will fill this HOLE in my HEART!"

"……………" 

Rude. 

He opens his hands, palms facing upwards, and stares down at them. I swear to god if there is no ice cream in my hands in ten minutes, I will use you as Balamb Garden's hood ornament during flights.

"Are you sure you don’t want to walk down to the caf with me?" 

"Are you sure you didn't mishear me? I was certain I didn't stutter." Get me some ice cream, bitch.

"Odd…I’m not used to it being this quiet around here.” 

"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!"

"BETTER?!"