Violet:
Of course not! That’s not a thing normal people do, X!
X:
My friend, Scythe, has one beneath his pillow.
Violet:
Your friend, Scythe, is as insane as you are. He is not a good benchmark of normal.
X:
I’m going to buy you a knife.
Violet:
Please don’t.
X:
Do you prefer serrated?
Violet:
Unless I’m eating steak, I prefer the kind that are nowhere near me.
X:
Serrated it is.
Violet:
You scare me.
X:
Ditto. I’m scared you’ll kill me.
Violet:
Me kill you? I’m not the one offering to buy weapons.
X:
My heart doesn’t work properly when you’re around. It beats too fast. I’m pretty sure I’m having a heart attack right now just because you’re responding to my texts. You should probably call an ambulance.
Violet:
You aren’t having a heart attack, X.
X:
You don’t know that. You should come over and check. Just to be sure.
Violet:
Should I climb through your window with a mask on?