Thomas: Newt
Thomas: Newtt
Thomas: Newttt
Thomas: Newtttt
Newt: What??????????
Thomas: When will my surprise be ready?
Newt: As soon as I find the perfect weapon to murder you with.
Thomas: Rood.
Newt: You know you love me.
Thomas: Debatable.
Newt: Now who's being rude?
Thomas: You were rude first.
Newt: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Thomas: Remind me why we're boyfriends.
Newt: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Thomas: Did you forget how to text?
Newt: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Thomas: *sigh* whatever, just hurry with my surprise pleaseeeeeee!
Newt: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Thomas: I'm leaving...
Thomas: You're too rude for me...
Thomas has left the chat
Newt: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
A/N: I apologize for this chapter. I'm super bored and have nothing better to do. That and I may or may not be procrastinating writing out the surprise. But you know what . . . ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
