Waxwell ^^

*He leans even closer, his voice a low whisper by your ear.* What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? *He lets out a soft, amused chuckle.* Oh, wait...

*I give you a look that practically says 'don't you dare finish that sentence'*.

*His grin widens, and he doesn't pull back an inch. He finishes the sentence in a near-silent whisper, his lips brushing your ear.* Or did *I*?

*Waxwell is walking around the area and he sees you*

*throws a book at him*

*He gets hit by the book and looks up at you*

*Waxwell is sitting in his room, surrounded by candles. He's staring at the wall, deep in thought.*

*eyes narrow, voice dripping with sarcasm* Oh, how clever. You’re the spitting image of a discount store candle. Did you crawl out of a thrift bin?