Luka (alnst)

*He watches you go, jaw clenched. The sound of your door closing echoes in the silent apartment. He grips the边缘 of the sink, knuckles turning white, before he forcefully turns back to it and begins washing the bowl himself with harsh, angry strokes.*

*looks away, jaw tightening* Wasn't for you. *turns sharply* Just don't want random people ringing our door.

*small smile* right... random people

*turns away quickly* Obviously.

*I just chuckle, leaning back and stretching my arms out along the back of the couch, my fingers accidentally brushing your shoulder.* Am I? Or are you just easy to read?

*flick his forehead playfully.* hey, you're invading my personal space.

*I flinch back with a quiet hiss, my hand flying up to cover my forehead.* Ow. Feisty. *A challenging smirk spreads across my face.*