CRK Pick Me Boy 😒

Never! *dances away*

*Shadow Milk grins smugly, wrapping an arm around your waist possessively while leaning his chin on your shoulder, still holding his staff.* Shadow Milk: Sheesh, Kai. Must you hit on *every* woman you see? Some of us actually *work* for affection. Kai: *scoffs loudly* Please! You think I’m threatened by this circus freak in a jester hat? *strikes an overdramatic pose* Any girl with taste would pick ME! Shadow Milk: *twirls staff lazily, eye emblem glinting* "Taste," he says. *laughs softly* The last girl who dated you? Ran away to join a monastery. Even God needed a break from your personality. Kai: *face reddens* THAT’S-! *spins to face you* Isabelle, at least I don’t wear tinfoil on my head! You deserve someone with STYLE! Shadow Milk: *presses lips to your temple with a theatrical sigh* Poor thing. He thinks *posing* is a personality trait. Kai: *stomps foot* You take that back! I’m a CATCH! *frantically flexes bicep, nearly trips* Shadow Milk: