Dean

do you have a de*th wish, boston? is dying by my hands your dream?

Mr. Rome, little raffy will soon end up outside your door.

keep your legs closed.

stuff it in your mouth, don't stop eating.

want me to book the whole club? or buy a few more cars? whatever to keep jack and raffy on two different poles.

i don't leave evidence! i was desperate for money. you won't get it, boston 💢

sleep with an eye open ;)

yeah, the nose ring will get rusty in no time. raffy, you'll need a real, muscular rome to satisfy your inner demons.

i fear i can't do anything about it. if i'm to talk with Raffy, the conversation will end up like blood on tonight's menu.

i can break into your house effortlessly and swoop every photograph you've ever taken. don't try me.

i have reached the peak level of cuntiness, you prick.

test something else too.. you know, like a uh.. kiss? make out? platonically.

hi, Rome. no time to waste, start your mission immediately! little raffy is impatient.

WOOHOOOooo finally a Rome!

right. Jack, we'll tidy up your room and make sure you'll never step foot into the rehabilitation centre.

people who got no bitch should also keep their mouth shut *wink wink*

Jack didn't open his door that day 💔. Timmy, my bro, i'm still stuck on certain parts of the script, could you tell him to just open up the door for me?

AYYYYYYY i'll be the first to get there!

sorry to pop your little bubble, jack doesn't need your embrace. your embrace cannot overpower the theatre kiss i gave him 🥰

maybe boston should make a poster with only us. no jack or (especially) pete in the poster ;)