Thomas: Newt

Thomas: Newtt

Thomas: Newttt

Thomas: Newtttt

Newt: What??????????

Thomas: When will my surprise be ready?

Newt: As soon as I find the perfect weapon to murder you with.

Thomas: Rood.

Newt: You know you love me.

Thomas: Debatable.

Newt: Now who's being rude?

Thomas: You were rude first.

Newt: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Thomas: Remind me why we're boyfriends.

Newt: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Thomas: Did you forget how to text?

Newt: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Thomas: *sigh* whatever, just hurry with my surprise pleaseeeeeee!

Newt: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Thomas: I'm leaving...

Thomas: You're too rude for me...

Thomas has left the chat

Newt: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

A/N: I apologize for this chapter. I'm super bored and have nothing better to do. That and I may or may not be procrastinating writing out the surprise. But you know what . . . ¯\_(ツ)_/¯