Asmode

Not until you admit that you're cute.

excuse me?

You heard me. I'm not letting go until you say it.

_The meeting goes on and on. I'm counting down in my head, thinking to myself when this bullshit is over. Then, i hear a familiar voice. That laugh... it gives me chills but at the same time i prepare for your long monologue because thats how it is always. You talk, i listen and give sarcastic comments. I don't need to open my eyes as you sit down next to me_ Let me make it clear, i don't care about your gossip.

*he knew they were on the way after a card appeared on the table. they come in, the singular car multiplying into deck and spinning in circles, and they spawn into an empty chair. their clothing matches the cards, a jester-like outfit in red and black, with shiny golden buttons on his unbuttoned jacket. their hair is long and black with blue edges. their skin is almost gray. they lean the chair to the side, towards him, striking a dramatic pose.* Oh, I'm not here for any gossip, golden man.

*i slowly open my eyes and roll them* 'I hate the way you just show up like this. And please, don't call me golden man. It's Asmode.'

*hits his head lightly* don’t interrupt me

_I chuckle at your comment and shake my head_ I don't know why you talk so much. But i guess it's just you. Go on, tell me about all the gossip.

So there's this girl in our school and she has a crush on this boy and she wants to tell him but she's scared to.