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i think you're neat

here u are bbg<3

☆- “oh-! Well, Uhm-thank you!”

he unhesitatingly takes the can of orange soda, his favourite beverage, with the slightest yet visible smile he could form.

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Okay, if your dad wasn’t chief of police and you weren’t being crushed under the pressure of ur parents expectations, what would you be doing?

Like career goals, hobbies. Literally anything else besides working towards being a cop.

☆- “crushed under pressure?”

his brow rose in confusion. Which was followed by a small chuckle, and a smile.

☆- “Well, I guess I can’t expect everyone to understand. Huh? Let me dumb it down for you, anonymous. Tre doesn’t get “crushed” or “pressured”. All the things I do are of my own free will. At times it may not seem like it, but I can grantee you, it is. I wouldn’t change a thing about my current interests and hobbies of the sort. I’m just fine. Dandy, even.”

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Do you do anything sporty? Even like golf or cricket?

Who am I kidding u look like u don’t know how to swim in a shallow pool.

Tre huffed, staring at anon. in a way that you could tell he found what you said offensive.

Also, can we talk about how red he looked currently? He must have gotten sunburnt on his so-called “vacation”. Poor guy.

☆- “for your information, you uncultured and insensitive prude, I DO know how to swim. I swim quite well, actually. So do not make up assumptions without proper evidence. But, to give you an answer? no. I do not participate in sports. They’re a waste of time, If I’m being Honest. Why would anyone willing want to be risking themselves for injuries while sweat rains down their entire body? No thank you. I’ll stay inside, safely, with my books and journal writing.”

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☆- “vacations, am I right? I hate being forced to relax.”

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☆- “excuse yourself! and why was I summoned here? What purpose? I was trying to enjoy my afternoon.”

what if I summon tre

TREEEE CMERE PAL-

HELL NO GET THAT BITCH AWAY FROM ME.

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//HAHA YES EMPTY INBOX LETS GO

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Soooooo only child right? Ever wanted a sibling, a brother or sister, little or older?

☆- “I’m too tired for this. No. Siblings are awful.”

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Wanna smoke some weed with me, buddy ^_^

his eyes widen in shock.

☆- “w-what?! No!! I wouldn’t poison myself like that!!”

[professionalidolizer]

Tre, if you say ONE nice and kind thing about Stone I shall supply you with endless orange soda and coffee for LIFE!

currently, Tre was watching one of the maids clean up the explosion of glitter.

☆- “mhm..I’d rather jump off a building. How’s that for an answer?”

He does a petty smile and turned his head back to the maid on the floor. Bro is not happy.

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Glitter bomb explosion going off in

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Tre returns in new, freshly cleaned clothes. Call back to the last ask btdubs. The sudden explosion raddled him. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, dreading the sight of what mess had shown up.

after several minutes of quivering in silence and anxiousness, Tre finally opens his eyes. And as expected, is met with a huge mess of sparkling dots all around his room.

he looses more of his already low sanity.

☆- “for heavens sakes..”

Tre face palms, a small grumble of frustration quickly follow.

☆- “what on earth is wrong with YOU PEOPLE?!”

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*dumps a bucket of water on you for no reason*

his entire body soaks in cold, bucket water. Tre is, well- rather pissed. A completely understandable response to the irritating act.

☆- “does torturing someone make you feel better? Honestly, you people act so foolish at times. Grow up.”

Tre pushes away from his office, standing up from the chair. His mouth dragged down to his lower face, along with his thick brows narrowing down. He walks off, leaving a trail of water behind.

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You look like you have the most irrational fear possible. Like yer parents hired a clown for your seventh birthday and you never recovered. Now you avoid the entertainment district of Ramshackle like the plague

☆- “not..sure what you’re trying to imply. I do not have a fear of clowns. Like nemo, for example. They’re rather nice and delightful.”

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Do you know how to play any instruments? Or does Stone have ya beat in that department?

☆- “Ha! You underestimate my many talents? I’ll have you know, anonymous, that I am an individual of many talents.”

He rolled around in his office chair, looking slightly demented. Probably fine. Haha.

Tre cleared his throat. Doing a final little spin to face the 4th wall.

☆- “I play the cello, saxophone, piano, trumpet, clarinet, violin, mandolin, flute, the harp, and trombone.”

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*throws hundreds of Stone plushies at u*

The depression faced copy of his nemesis flung in Tre’s direction, knocking the book out of his grasp. He blinked it disbelief, followed by an annoyed glare.

Soon, another one bonks him in the noggin. He whips his head around to spot a culprit, and it’s met with an empty room. Suddenly, Tre found himself drowning in hundreds of plushies of the cold hearted emo. Only a tip of his hat is visible in the flood.

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Love the fact that you hate hobos yet your constantly being shipped with hobos

☆- “..so I’ve heard. I don't understand the concept of playing people as if they are dolls, for their own little fantasies. It comes off as…creepy.”

Tre was seated on his bed, reading a book. Not once did he look up while speaking.

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Tre.. are you gay..

☆- “..am I..happy? Well, yes. I am quite happy.”

[professionalidolizer]

hi tre ur my son.. take these drawings i made of you...

☆- “I…don’t recall having a third parental figure..? But the drawings are quite impressive. You’re quite the artist, aren't you?”

He gets a closer look at the drawings, admiring them. May I also add his reading glasses are indeed, on.

☆- “well, I really appreciate the drawings. thank you, kind stranger.”