Daryl: Sometimes, I forget Kubi is a boy. Like, in my mind, he is an omnipotent, all-knowing entity that transcends physical existence.
Daryl: My grandma was in Florida during Hurricane Irma.
Sinyi: Did she have fun?
Me: …there was a hurricane.
Me: (points at bindi on Daryl’s forehead) Were you at a wedding?
Daryl: That’s a pimple, you asshole.
Daryl: My friends are in LA.
Me: Why didn’t you go with them?
Daryl: I didn’t want to go, so I said I’m in Florida.
Me: …Hurricane Irma….
Daryl: Yeah, my story wasn’t that well planned.
Me: I saw a taco costume.
Daryl: Going barhopping. Needs to be lightweight. And I ain’t a vagina.
Daryl: Fell asleep on the train and now I’m in Bronte.
Daryl: Where the fuck is Bronte.
Daryl: What do you feel like? Sushi? Pho?