TB's House
TB
TB: (Golfball is confusing. Last night she said we were a thing but at dinner today she said we weren't?)
TB: Hey Golfball? You awake?
GB: Yeah?
TB: Is that mattress uncomfortable?
GB: Fairly.
TB: Do you want to maybe, sleep in mine?
GB: Uhh, okay!
Golfball walks over to Tennis Ball's bed and plops into it.
GB: TB?
TB: Yea?
GB: I'm cold.
Golfball shuffles closer to Tennis Ball.
Tennis Ball pulls Golf Ball closer to him.
TB: Now are you cold?
GB: Blushing* No.
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I hate this chapter. I don't know why I wrote it.
Also Golfball is a bit transparent.