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Chris feigned a pitiful expression as he answered Henry before turning to Addison “No” “You didn’t???” Addison’s eyes widened in shock before they were filled with admiration “Who could come up with something so ingenious?? I have to worship this god of retribution….ha….ha…. it was so refreshing to see the memes…. Ha….ha…ha…” Addison bend over hugging his stomach. He couldn’t stop laughing, the memes were too hilarious. He wondered if Daniel would ever be able to recuperate the courage to face the business world again. “Your god of retribution is next door doing his 1000 push up punishment. Would you like to join him?” Chris hooked his eyebrows teasingly.

He pleads with me with a pouty face, and I let out a small smile before handing him the cup back. "Thank you, baby." He says, and I roll my eyes. He drinks the tea in less than five seconds and throws the cup on the floor, making a burning sound. "Fuck! What is in that stuff? It is so horrible. Ew!" Harry exclaims as he rushes over to the side table in the room and chugs on the water in the jug shamelessly. "Prussian blue seeds and water," I say in an amused tone, and he sets his jug on the table harshly to throw a murder glare my way.

None of us could bear to see him upset. So, Harry and I quickly came up with a plan to give Peter a little "punishment." Seizing the opportunity when he wasn’t paying attention, we teamed up and shoved him into Ken Yimo’s luxurious swimming pool, making it clear that he couldn’t get out until he pretended to be a mermaid. Only then would we let him climb out.

Milo and Jax are silent for a long time after I finish talking. Rhea is too, but somehow in a completely different way. While she sits there with her hands in her lap, twiddling her thumbs with the guilt of knowledge, the other two gape at me openly, as if trying to decide whether or not I am playing some sort of sick, practical joke on them. The longer they look at me, the more I feel like I am shrinking, and the more I want to melt into the cracks of the couch cushions beneath me. In my mind briefly flickers the image of Horace Slughorn from the sixth Harry Potter, and in that moment, I too wish I can transform into a piece of furniture to flee from my accountabilities, nondescript and gui

This is the first time I’ve heard her laughing. Harry isn’t even that funny. Just when I think I’ve seen it all, Harry clears his throat dramatically. “O CPU so fast, so bold, You heat my lap, yet never cold. Your fan doth scream, your ports do blink, My love for RAM? Stronger than you think. You crashed, I cried, I fixed your drive, With every update, we both survive.” What the fuck is this? Harry’s out here doing sonnets now? But that’s not what hits me in the gut. Not the poem. Not even the fact that she’s laughing.

Skull, as usual, was a disaster. “It is not ‘smiley,’ you idiot. It is a simile,” Harry corrected him between fits of laughter. Skull looked confused. “But that is what I said.” Harry and Rohan laughed even harder. Jaxon rolled his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, as if praying for patience. He finished what was left of his beer and stood up to get another one from the kitchen. Just as he opened the fridge, he heard a crash behind him. He let out a slow breath and rubbed his forehead. What did they break this time?