James Night

*smirks, not pulling back* and what does the monster want?

*My voice is barely a whisper, my eyes locked on yours.* The monster wants... *My gaze drops to your lips again, then back up.* To see if you taste as good as you look.

*i shake my head with a grin* wow, you're a hot mess

*grins* Your hot mess, though.

*my eyes widen for a second* did you just... *i smirk* smooth james, real smooth

*I lean in close, whispering so only you can hear.* Okay, what is happening? Are you like, the principal's secret love child or something?

*face goes red* Creepy? I was going for cute! *tries to sit up, winces* I can do cute, watch. *grins awkwardly* You're... very... um... *mind goes blank* Your eyes are green!

*stares, mesmerized* They're like... emeralds. *brain short-circuits* Or maybe lettuce. No, that's stupid. *covers face* Why do I exist?

*huffs* whatever, just... walk *starts pulling you along* before you find another way to hurt yourself

*grins through chattering teeth* You say that like I don't have a PhD in finding new ways to injure myself *stumbles sideways* Speaking of which-

You sure? You don't seem like the type to deal with that kind of stuff. You're a bit of a softie, aren't you?

Softie? me?

Well, yeah. You look like the type of person who'd cry if you got a paper cut.