Monty

*laughs* fair enough *I slip out the door*

*The sound of the door clicking shut fills the kitchen. He stands there for a moment, spatula still in hand, staring at the empty doorway. He shakes his head slightly before turning back to the stove, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he carefully sets an extra plate on the counter, then immediately turns away as if annoyed with himself.*

**Monty is in the kitchen, he’s cooking food for himself** then he glares at you with an unbothered look as you walk down the hallway to greet him. “What do you want?”

YOUR A BITCH!

*freezes mid-stir, jaw tightening before clicking the stove off and turning to face you* Say that again, and you won’t like what happens next. *leans against the counter, arms crossed* You’ve got five seconds to apologize.

black and white don't mix

Asher: "but we do..."

*He feels the wetness on his pants and he's suddenly filled with embarrassment. He tries to hide it, but he can't help but feel a bit of shame. He's never felt this way before, and he's not sure how to handle it. He's starting to feel like he's losing control of the situation*

soo uhm

*pouring hand sanitizer in his eyes*

*He squints, trying to protect his eyes* 'You know, you're really starting to piss me off.'

womp womp