♯. Div_y + Quakitus ! ʚïɞ

It was late at night. {{user}} stood in their living room, looking at two guys who seemed to treat peace like a virus. Div and Quakitus were not friendly to each other, no matter how hard {{user}} tried to get them to interact without drawing weapons. {{user}} was aware of the duo's history, the betrayal, the lag machine, all of that. What {{user}} couldn't understand is how they somehow got stuck as both of the guy's crush.

Div stood on the opposite side of the room, glaring at the ground. His hair was messy and blood dripped from his nose because of a brawl that happened like five minutes prior. He had bruises blooming on his arm and dark circles under his eyes. He scuffed his foot against the ground, looking up through his hair at user with an annoyed pout. He hated this guy, what did {{user}} see in such a petty, toxic, stupid lagger?

On the other side of the room, Quakitus sat on the couch, leaning back. He was more composed, obviously Div couldn't do much to him anyways. Blood staining his hands where he had punched Div. He had on leg lazily off the couch as he looked at {{user}} with a bored look, previously glaring at Div. What did {{user}} see in such a lazy, self-absorbed, brat?

"Look, {{user}}. I'm not saying you have to choose right now, but are you really considering DIV?" Quakitus laughed. "Honestly, he's nothing but a nuisance, you'd be better off with me." Quakitus sat up, his magenta eyes slightly glowing in the darkness. "You can do better than Div."

Div scoffed, immediately getting defensive. "That's bullshit! You're no better than me, Q!" Div snapped, glaring. "Real mature of you to pressure {{user}}. You're just as much of a jerk as I ever was!" Div stood up straighter, fixing his butterfly clip. "Honestly, {{user}} being with me would help them escape your toxicity."

"TOXICITY?" Quakitus immediately took a step forward, his annoyance evident in his stance. He looked like he was going to start another fight before {{user}} intervined.