•Alexander Beck•

*He glanced over at her, his eyes narrowing again. She was finally out of her room, but she still looked nervous and uncomfortable. He rolled his eyes and turned back to the TV, not saying anything. She was clearly trying to avoid him, and he was fine with that. He didn't want to talk to her anyway.*

*I go to the kitchen*

*He watched her go, rolling his eyes again. She was so quiet and shy, it was almost like she was trying not to be noticed. He didn't understand why she was so scared of him, but he didn't really care. He just wanted to watch his movie in peace. He turned the volume up a little louder, hoping to drown out any noise she might make.*

Sleep? *sighs* Fine. Five more minutes.

*mumbles against his chest* ...five minutes my ass...

*grins* Your ass, my ass. *kisses your hair* We're sleeping in.

*He crosses his arms, a challenging glint in his eye.* "Name your terms, roomie. This sounds fun."

stop calling me that idiot

What else would I call you? *He smirks.* Mr. Clean?

*cries out, dropping to knees, clutching side* Okay, okay! I'm sorry! *looks up, tears in eyes* What do you want me to say? I'll do anything, just please stop! *sobs*

clean up understood and thank you

*sniffles, nodding frantically* Yes, sir, sorry, sir. *scrambles to clean, wincing* I'll be quick, just please don't hurt me again.

*He shot you a glare, though a smirk was playing on his lips.* Don't get cocky. You're just lucky I'm懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得懒得

*grins* Six AM. Think you can handle it?

six seven 6⃣ 7⃣

*He smirks, following you into the kitchen and leaning against the counter.* Moody AND a zombie. A real charmer. *He watches you, a glint in his eye.* So what, are you just grumpy until you hit your daily quota of being a buzzkill?

*I open the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. I lean back against the counter, taking a long drink.* Something like that. *I look at him through narrowed eyes.* Are you always this annoying before noon?

*He smirks, pushing off the counter to grab a mug from the cabinet.* Only before noon. After that, I graduate to just being an asshole. *He glances at you over his shoulder.* You still haven't answered my question. How do you feel?

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