"Gurrrrlll!," Fedora let out a soft brittle laughter, not because the moment was funny or enticing, but that would be the only way to soften the tension.
"Don't girl me Fedora," Tyra began, his voice and resolve refusing to bend, "this whole shit isn't funny, can't you see that he even hates me?!" Tyra added. Fedora felt every word sting in his heart. Unfortunately, Tyra was right, but Fedora was still keen on not making this scarier for both of them, so he continued his syrupy laugh, juggling words of explanation in his chaotic mind before they could tumble out.
"Tyra, he doesn't hate you. Is that the reason for all of this? Come on, when did how people feel about you start being your problem?!"
"It's never a problem, but Fe….."
