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Chel, about Miguel and Tulio: They match each other's freak to a degree that it is dangerous to the public.

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Miguel: Let’s all just hug it out! Come on, hug it out—

*everyone struggles into a group hug*

Tulio: Who the hell just took my wallet?

Chel: Goddamnit *sighs* I’ll put it back, geez-

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Miguel: Taking care of you is as easy as breathing

Tulio: ...I have asthma

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Tulio: I know you think my judgement’s not right because I like Miguel a little bit

Chel, holding his notebook: You’ve drawn your wedding invitations

Tulio: No, that’s our joint tombstone

Chel: Oh, my mistake

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Tulio: *sitting on Miguel’s lap*

Miguel:

Tulio:

Chel: Why did you sit there?

Tulio: There is nowhere else to sit

Chel: But the chair next to him is empty—

Miguel: *holding Tulio tighter* There is nowhere else to sit

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I know I don’t usually reblog stuff, but I just had to Reblog this!

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Miguel: Can snakes climb stairs?

Tulio: I don't know. Why?

Miguel:

Tulio: WHY?!

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Miguel: I can explain.

Tulio: Can you?

Miguel: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

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Tulio: No one has ever been nice to me without...you know. Wanting something in return.

Miguel: I was going to ask for a glass of water, but now I feel kind of guilty about it.

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Chel, seeing Tulio babying Miguel: What happened?

Tulio, putting a bandaid on Miguel’s finger: Miguel got a paper cut.

Chel, rolling her eyes: Seriously? Yesterday Miguel was screaming "I've been stabbed!" and all you did was yell "Shut up!"

Tulio: That's because he was screaming "I think I've been stabbed!" Bitch, you're either stabbed or you aren't.

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Miguel: “Tulio” spelled backwards is “Oilut”, which translates to “perfection” in a language I just made up.

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Tulio: If there is such a thing as true love, I’m sure I’ll never find it.

Miguel, smiling: Oh don’t worry! I’m sure that you’ll find it someday! Maybe you and I can find it together!

Tulio, under his breath: Holy shit, I think I just found it.

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Chel, to Miguel and Tulio: I understand that you two love each other to the moon and back, but can you please stop eye-fucking each other?

Tulio: No.

Chel: Thought not.

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Chel: What’s your favorite color?

Miguel: Tulio. Wait, what was the question again?

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Miguel: I think Tulio has a good heart.

Chel: A good heart? *Chuckles* I’ve noticed you staring at his “good heart”.

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Miguel: We’re just going to take it slow. Tulio and I don’t want to rush into anything.

Also Miguel, pulling out a ring to show the others: I got this two weeks after we started dating.

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Chel: You think you’ll ever get married someday?

Miguel: Not just someday. In exactly four years. But don’t tell Tulio; he’s still a flight risk.