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Crowley: Rules are made to be broken.
Aziraphale: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.
Crowley: Uh, piñatas.
Adam: Glow sticks.
Crowley: Karate boards.
Adam: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.
Crowley: Rules.

Kaoru: Woah, what’s with the cast?
Kyoua: I sprained my wrist. …Do you want to know how I actually hurt my wrist?
Hikaru: Yes.
Kyouya: I was hula hooping.
Hitachiins:
Kyouya: My sister has me attend a class with her for fun.
Hitachiins: Oh my God.
Kyouya: I’ve mastered all the moves. *pulls out his phone and starts showing them pictures* The pizza toss, the tornado, the scorpion, the oopsie-doodle.
Kaoru: *amazed and delighted* Why are you telling us this?
Kyouya: *deleting the pictures* Because no one will ever believe you.
Hikaru: You sick bastard.

5

Let’s try to make everyone friends, Zelda. 

It’ll be easier, Zelda.

 It’s not like you’re dealing with two children, Zelda.

Why do you do this to yourself, Zelda;

Let’s Be friends Au.

P E R C I V A L  G R A V E S in GUILTY 

“I was getting fucking better!” Graves wipes his eye with the back of his hand furiously, refusing to let the tears fall. “I was never going to be fine, not after what happened, but I was getting closer to it and I hoped - I hoped that you’d see it too and that - a-after today - “ The tears roll down his cheeks without his permission and Graves draws in a few ragged breaths, trying to calm himself. “I was ready,” Graves says, voice breaking. “Ready to - to mend this. I don’t want to lose you, Newt.”