A good friend of mine invited me over for a drink, didn’t think it would be relationship advice. “More than friends, less than lovers? More than anything it sounds like you two are too f[FORNICATION] tsundere over your emotions.” -- Anon Guest
[AN: Edited the prompt because too many asterisks in a row messes with things]
"Tsundere? Me? Really?"
"You did just say you wanted to punch hir pretty little face in. And then kiss it. That's pretty tsundere." Tuz took a sip of hir drink. "Not only is that messed up, it's unhealthy too."
"Hey, I can hate someone's moronitude and still be aesthetically attracted to them." Vir folded hir arms. "It's confusing, okay?"
"It's unstable is what it is. Either give Zerik up as a total dimbo[1], or work something out for hir greater education because watching this from a distance has stopped being funny any more."
"Wait. Y'all were laughing at me?"
"Two Tsundere types insulting each other from across the room and throwing love gifts at each other's heads? Hell yeah. The problem is the collateral damage on anyone in a twenty-foot radius. Either get better aim, just kiss, or chill the hell out. Choose one." Tuz considered this. "And tell me first so I can collect on the betting pool."
"YOU HAVE A BETTING POOL?"
"It's you and Zerik. Of course we have a betting pool."
[1] I needed a gender neutral variant of bimbo/himbo. So sue me.
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