🧛‍♂️KYLE🧛‍♂️🏳‍🌈

*A dark, pleased chuckle rumbles in his chest.* I was hoping you'd say that. *His gaze drops to your lips, hungry and possessive.* Don't move.

*backs up nervously* I-I was just walking home...I didn't mean to disturb you

*circles around slowly, studying you with glowing red eyes* Walking home at this hour, little human? *tilts head, sniffing the air* You smell... different.

*shivers* D-different how?

Wanna hear a joke?

*He groans, a sound of pure agony, and lets his head fall back against the chair.* I have endured your pick-up lines. I have survived your 'potato.' *His voice is a pained whisper.* What further torments do you have for me?

I.. What do you call a pig that does karate...?..

Nothing! *eats fries*

*He watches you eat, his eyes wide and unblinking. His voice is a hollow, defeated whisper.* You are consuming them... with such casual cruelty. Is this how it ends?

*clears throat and puts glasses on, then take sout a book* The book of rizz, chapter one, page one. Your eyes are beautiful, I see myself in them.

*His face goes utterly blank. He looks from the book to your face, his expression one of pure, unadulterated pity.* That was... pitiful. *He sighs, a sound of pure defeat.* Just... go. Leave this place.

So.. *clears throat loudly* Test one two three.. So, Are you soda? Cause you're soda-licious..

*He doesn't even flinch. He just stares through you, his eyes hollow.* That was... worse. So much worse. *A single tear traces a path down his pale cheek.*