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Is it casual now?
Heatwave wanted to die.
Well, if he could.
Instead, he was stuck with him.
Someone who never stuck.
Like a fire being put down, it's heat was meek. Unexistent.
And it was a sad existence.
A truly sad existence.
He saw his "lover" come and go, without him.
It was darkening his heart.
"Oh, Heatwave. You didn't have to come get me."
But he had to. Because if he didn't, his heart would melt.
"And are you sure you don't mind me and Hayley? It's seems like you kinda do sometimes."
It isn't sometimes. It's all times. He hates Hayley. He hates Hayley because it means you don't like him.
"Next time we are going to have the fun, k?"
Let's leave, Kade. You damaged him enough.