Temperaments

Heart: You miss him.

Brain: No I don't.

Heart: ^^ Yeah you do.

Brain: Nope. He told me not to care anymore, remember?

Heart: Ironic. You can have emotions.

Brain: Guys don't have them. Who affords emotions in high school?

Heart: …

Heart: Like, everyone.

Brain: That makes me different then. Man up, heart.

Heart: You still take comfort thinking about it.

Brain: Really. Care to specify?

Heart:

Brain: Mm.

Heart: Your friends have seen you just drift off into your own little world.

Brain: And

Heart: I know what world you go into.

Brain: Well?

Heart:

Brain: That sounded like an Inception reference. Logic wins. Go away.

Brain: I should get over 50 pacers.

Heart: Good idea.

Brain: Wow 50 is easy.

Heart: Well, I'm kinda sweaty.

Brain: I think I should do 66.

Heart: *rasp

Brain:

Brain: Ugh. I only got 67. Look at those guys. They're still running.

Brain: ADSKFJK. That girl got 80? I want to run again.

Heart: You improved a lot.

Brain: It was shorter.

Heart: You still want to beat K-?

Brain: Duh. I want to run again. I could've done better.

Heart: I was about to explode.

Brain: My breathing technique was wrong. I keep forgetting.

Heart: Backing yourself up, yeah?

Brain: Shut up. Now I have to run a good mile.

Brain: These people are so freaking slow.

Heart: At painting?

Brain: Everything.

Heart: Give them a break.

Brain: They're pulling me down. I have more potential than this.

Heart: You need dumb people to make smart people look good. Bell curve, remember?

Brain: I should go to IMSA.

Heart: You can't. You have to stay and take care of your friends.

Brain: I have other friends.

Heart: You ruined your chance over the summer. Your SATs aren't good enough anymore.

Brain: THANKS. I KNOW. SHUT UP. IT'S TOO LATE.

Heart: Well?

Brain: I have to do Math Team. Science Olympiad. Badminton.

Heart: Good. You'll make up for not going to IMSA.

Brain: Those guys are going to be the next geniuses. They're going to be scientists and save the world. I'll be so dumbed down.

Heart: You wanted to be a doctor..

Brain: K- said I couldn't, remember? Mom also said I wasn't patient enough.

Heart: You're smart enough to do something else.

Brain: It's not that easy.

Heart: No duh. You can't substitute anything for hard work.

Brain: I have to succeed.

Heart:*snort. Your Teacher Letter. You're quoting that?

Brain: No. The Teacher Letter quoted me.

Heart: Fine. I'm with you on this.

Brain: No emotions.

Heart: Ugh.

Brain: Hello butt.

Butt: Hey.

Brain: Well aren't you big.

Heart: …

Brain: Mm?

Heart: Impatient for puberty much?

Brain: Dude. It's my own butt. Get out of here.

Heart: No way. It's my butt too. Don't get me into that emotional self-image stuff.

Brain: Thought you were supposed to embrace that once in a while.

Heart: Not on self-image.

Brain:

Heart: AHAHA. HEART USES LOGIC.

Brain: Dear. Haha okay you win. Good job.