[Molly peers over the side of the bed to observe and waits... and waits. Maybe Caleb did break it. Maybe-
And then it starts in and Molly breaks out into a fit of boyish giggles.] Don't take it personally, Caleb. We already know it has shit taste. [He points to himself. Honestly, how could anyone say he's not a fashion icon? No respect.
He gets the words out, but then has to faceplant into the mattress to muffle more of his laughter.]
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And then it starts in and Molly breaks out into a fit of boyish giggles.] Don't take it personally, Caleb. We already know it has shit taste. [He points to himself. Honestly, how could anyone say he's not a fashion icon? No respect.
He gets the words out, but then has to faceplant into the mattress to muffle more of his laughter.]