#asra imagine

asra: you played me like a fiddle

lucio: oh no, magician, fiddles are actually difficult to play

lucio: i played you like the cheap kazoo you are

asra, to lucio,:  look, let’s just agree to say “im sorry” on the count of three. one, two, three-

*silence*

asra: now, see, im just disappointed in both of us

 asra: im only going to ask this once, where is mc?

 lucio: i’ll do you one better, who is mc?

 julian: i’ll do you one better, why is mc?

Asra:*enters the room, looking dishevelled* Sorry, I’m late, I was doing things.

Lucio:*enters, also dishevelled* HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE STAIRS