𝘼𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 ❛ 𝐌 𝐚 𝐜 𝐡 𝐮 ❜ 𝙔𝙪𝙯𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙝

┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 , 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛

⠀ ⠀As it should be .ᐟ ( . . . ) That better not include me , though .

⠀ ⠀( . . . ) I doubt it . And there's nothing wrong with that , by the way .ᐟ

⠀ ⠀Uhuuuuuuh , I'm sure you do . I believe I know a trickster when I see one .

⠀ ⠀So ( . . . ) you were lying .ᐣ

⠀ ⠀Looks can be deceiving , you know .

⠀ ⠀Somehow , I doubt that , Red .

⠀ ⠀No model citizen calls themselves a model citizen—

⠀ ⠀Sure it is , you and me are proof of that ~ . ( *✨️ )

⠀ ⠀Yeah , but nineteen is still two years is still older that you , so my point still stands .

⠀ ⠀Yeah , but I'm older than you , so I should be able to get away with it .

⠀ ⠀You don't have diplomatic immunity from a flick .ᐟ ( Que a forehead flick . )

"Ah.. Did I? 💧"

"I think you do a great job at both, then..!"

"I wouldn't mind it actually, it'd be cute.."

"Enough to do it all the time..?"

"I guess maybe I was the only one who kept thinking about you.."

"Oh.. Is.. Is that so..?" Eyes gazing down, step back taken as a hand holds onto one of Nyaan's arms, gaze softening, like a reprimanded wet cat.

"Ah.. B-But I smile whenever I think about you, is it not the same for you?"