"I seriously trusted you. I really did... but why did you tell everyone?"
"Who wouldn't tell people you have sheep ears?" Royce retorted.
"They are not sheep ears!" Harrison impulsively flipped his ears back, trying to hide them. "They're cat ears."
"That's even worse, Catboy!"
"Don't call me a catboy! You had your hair cut by your mommy!" Harrison replied.
Royce tried pulling Harrison's ears forward, but he was too short to reach.
"Royce, your fuckboy hair is uneven, don't think of saying anything about my ears."
"It's not my fault you wanna have sex with Campbell. We all know he likes you and wants to do the same." Royce blurted out. It was an attempt at an insult, but it was everything but an insult.
"I'm straight, you know that. I like girls, like... not going there." Harrison said, trying to leave the conversation. He wanted to walk away, leave Royce alone. Even just... stop being friends with Royce. "But anyway, my mom needs me home, I gotta go."
"I doubt it."
Harrison left. He simply walked away. Royce tried to follow him and make them talk again, but he was ignored.