𝑴𝒓. 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓

*stares at door* I'm so gay...

*sighs* Would you calm down if I said no about the marriage but yes to you calling me hubby or whatever you want?

*stops breathing* YES! *practically shouting*

*pulls phone away from ear* JESUS CHRIST, ALEX. *sighs* chill, I didn't even propose yet ..

*jumps up immediately, practically bouncing* Finally! I've been dying to try that new maple bacon donut they just got. You owe me, Vincent! *grabs Vincent's arm excitedly*

*The silence lasted only a few seconds before hurried footsteps came pelting back down the street. Alex skid to a stop in front of you, panting slightly.* "I just realized! I never got to tell you the ending of my dragon drawing story! It was really good, Olive oil."

*stares* You... ran back for that?

*He was still catching his breath, a wide, triumphant grin on his face.* Of course I did! You can't just leave a story unfinished, Olive oil. It's a crime against art.

*spots that smile* Aha! Caught you!

*quickly forces face back to neutral* shut up, I wasn't smiling

*laughs* Sure you weren't, tough guy! But your eyes give you away every time *does a little victory dance*