🥄Silver Spoon🥄

*backs up instinctively* It's not a challenge. *voice wavers* You're just... really full of yourself.

*He takes another slow step forward, closing the distance again.* It's not being full of myself. It's stating a fact.

*huffs* You're impossible. *tries to duck under his arm* And I have somewhere to be.

*His smirk falters for a split second before returning, wider and more smug than ever.* Oh, really? *He leans in, his voice dropping to a low murmur.* And what does this... little crush of yours entail?

*takes a step back* I don't know, okay? *runs a hand through hair* You're just... annoying and pretty, I guess.

*His smirk falters for a second, but he quickly recovers, leaning in closer.* Annoying and pretty? *His voice is a low, smug murmur.* Be careful. I might just have to be more annoying.

*The next day, Paintbrush wakes up, bristles messy, still in their "I have no gender, only rage" PJ's, and looking absolutely exausted*

*He spots you from across the hall, looking effortlessly perfect. A cruel smirk crosses his face as he approaches.* Well, don't you just scream 'morning person'. Did you stay up crying?

*Rolls eyes* I was up blushing all night, because I gave you a stupid contact name I now regret...