*Everyone's currently quarantined*
Mida Rana: *walking around the house* It ain't shit to do in this bitch!
Muja Kina: *sitting on the couch* Then go find something to do, crack whore!
Mida Rana: You're no help!
Muja Kina: When it concerns you, I try not to be any help. So, thanks for the compliment.
Narrator:
Mida Rana: *walks to the couch and sits down* So, Muja...
Muja Kina: No.
Mida Rana: I didn't even ask the question.
Muja Kina: You don't need to ask the question. I already know what you want.
Mida Rana: Did you find my stash of alcohol? 'Cause if so, I want it here right about now.
Muja Kina: No, but good guess.
Mida Rana: Then I'm out of guesses.
Muja Kina: It rhymes with sex because that's what you want.
Mida Rana: Damn, how long have you known me?
Muja Kina: Unfortunately for me, too damn long.
Mida Rana: So, back to the sex...
Muja Kina: No, Mida.
Mida Rana: Why not? I'm fucking amazing!
Muja Kina: I have a boyfriend now.
Mida Rana: You also have some lying bones in your body now, 'cause last time I checked, you're single.
Muja Kina: If we weren't quarantined right now, I would've hooked you up with some- dammit!
Mida Rana: Mmmhmm, gotcho ass.
Muja Kina: Fine, I lied. I'm single. But I'm still not having sex with you.
Mida Rana: Shit.
Muja Kina: *sighs and pulls out a bottle of alcohol* Tell you what, I'll get you drunk off your own ass instead. Would that work for you, Mida?
Mida Rana: *pulls out another two bottles* Yes, yes it would. Let's go, Muja!
Muja Kina (thinking): Thank fuck.
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(...is it obvious that I ship Muja x Mida yet?)