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[[He gives me cute aggression very good love him, no but seriously you get his character down really well!!💜]]

"Yea, sure. If anything actually happens between us." He rolls his eyes, standing and rubbing his arm just under the bandage.

"If that's all you wanted then I'll be on my way."

"Don't take it too hard...I'm just messing with you." He pokes her arm, watching for her next move.

"Yea, yea. Whatever. Is that all you wanted?" He was already tempted to get up and leave.

"I wouldn't be surprised if I was." He teased once more, laughing.

"Ugh- good. Okay..." he grumbles to himself.

"I'm sure it's obvious to you at least, but it's Formaggio."

"Oh, I get it. This was all over not wanting to express your feelings. That makes sense."

He chuckles to himself.

"...I'll only speak if you don't talk. I don't need you going and spreading things around." He calmed down a little, but was still on edge.

"There's no fun in just giving you the answers. What's so important that you can't tell me? That in itself doesn't seem fair."

"Hng-- cut that out!!" He tensed up, growing annoyed.

"Why the hell should I tell you??"

"No, you can't be like that. You have to tell me. Or else some things of yours might go missing..."

"Huh--" Quickly noticing the situation he was in he shot him a glare.

"Curious over what?? Just take your damn sample and go."

"...no, no. You're hiding something. What is it?"

"Ohh, okay. Sure."

"Wait- why wouldn't I be safe??"

He didn't respond, instead wincing at the feeling. It felt...icky to say the least.

Melone was right, however. Best to keep his mouth shut till this was over with.

"Well I am away, in the mirror half the time. It makes sense." He teased.

"No, but seriously. It's nice to see you too."

"...yea. Someone I already have in mind. You're not getting anymore answers though."

He sighed, anticipating the pinch of the needle.

"...I'm just...waiting. On someone."

He rolled up his left sleeve, resting his arm down as he avoided eye contact.

"You'll have to wait till I decide on something."

He smirks and walks off.

"You don't exactly come knocking on my door. Besides, I usually do things by myself."

He smirks.

"What, you miss me?"

"Tch. Yea, you wish. Not in the mood."

He grumbled, sitting down to wait for him.

He leans out the mirror, noticing her.

"Oh...morning."

"Sure, but you still owe me."

"I'm not going to rip a strand out for you, Melone...ugh. Fine! Take my blood, I don't care anymore."

After only a few minutes he comes back with his glasses in hand.

"Seriously?? They were under one of the couch seats."

He hands them to him.

He cringed a little.

"Right. Why don't you just go raid my hairbrush. There should be some strands."

"Wow, you're owning up to it? Guess it won't be so bad helping you then."

He smirks and ruffles his hair, just to piss him off more, before walking off to find them.

"Man, youre whiney...if I go look for them for you you owe me."

"It's not anyone's fault YOU lost them! Don't you have a back up pair??"

"...they're idiots. What sample do you even want from me?"