Gwendal thinks he's so scary.
I latch onto his arm, wailing in his ear, and a vein throbs on his forehead.
He thinks he's gruff, like a bear.
I continue to keep myself attached to him like a leech. He sighs, and puts his arms around me in an awkward comforting embrace.
I sniffle a bit to add to the dramatic-ness, and he pats my back gently.
Who says Gwendal's a frightening bear?
Only himself.
In other's eyes, he's just my cuddly teddy bear. I tell him so, and he smiles softly and replies that he's more like an otter.
100 words exactly. And yes, it made me go 'WTF?' too.