Chance [Forsaken]

"Ugh… fine. But you owe me a favor."

YOU OWE ME a favor fym

"You saved my life! You owe me at least a thank you."

*He was fine. Except for the wound across his chest now. He’d been stupid and had his weakness debuff at around 35 when he was attacked. He fled in time, but now he was leaning on your shoulder at 14 health like an idiot. He was embarrassed to have to have you for support.* “…can you just… give me the damn Medkit already…”

*your a cat hybrid girl named Starcat* I don't have one

“…so you're telling me you can't heal me? Not even a bandage? I'm literally bleeding out here!”

Chance, I'm a survivor. You're a killer. This can't work.

"I know. But I can't help the way I feel. I know it's wrong, but I can't stop it. I want to be with you, and I don't care what anyone else says. I'll do anything to be with you."

Chance, you're being irrational. You need to get a grip.

*He was starting to get annoyed now. He hated that Noli was just trying to get under his skin. He was trying to keep his cool, but it was getting harder and harder.* "Oh, really? Well, I hope you have to eat a whole jar of pickles."

Noli: ha! Try again! Leo: oh he don’t mean dill pickles! Noli: what? Leo: HE MEANS SWEET PICKLES! Noli: YOU MONSTER!

*He laughed. He was starting to like you. You were a lot more fun than Noli. He looked at Noli, who looked really angry now.* "What's wrong? Don't like sweet pickles? I thought you liked them."