[text to: magic hands] don’t you nevermind me mordred lot why does it say that!
[text to: magic hands] what the hell are you two plotting
[text: Arthur’s girl] Don’t you Mordred Lot me, I don’t know, it’s not my phone.
[text: Arthur’s girl] Us? Plotting something? Please, we’re too innocent for that.
[text to: magic hands] why don’t I believe you? you’re lying there smirking aren’t you. he’s never going to see me mordred, just give it up. I’m not his type.