Benjamin Moa

*She laughs* Fights air? That's gold coming from a guy who probably google'd 'how to throw a punch'. *She puts phone down* Night, amateur.

*I walk in my room…my room is cozy and have lots of wallpapers with stray kids on walls*

*snorts* Stray Kids? Really?

What

*My eyes are chips of ice, my smirk turning into a sneer.* You gonna count yourself into oblivion? *I don't budge an inch.*

*climbs into the old clawfoot tub and dramatically flosses with a flip phone cord* Thought you might appreciate my vocal range. *hits an impossibly high note*

the hell are you doing now?!

*striking a pose in the tub* What does it look like? I'm giving a concert. *starts belting out an off-key aria* La la la...

*his smirk grows, he moves even closer to you* why not? I'm sure it would taste good..

*I laugh* nothing is better than noodles

*he gets even closer, his voice is now a whisper* you haven't tried me yet..

*he leans in closer, his voice is low* you know, you should eat more than just noodles..

*he smirks, his voice is seductive* like me..

I dont need it. I'm going to bed. Your sister will be back soon..

*he grabs you by the wrist, he pulls you closer, he whispers again* but what if I don't want her to?

why not