I came in our room today and get this - the kid actually moved. Nope, he didn't just blink. He got up and was on the bed. Turns out his limbs aren't painted on. When he noticed I had come in, he friggin' cowered and started whimpering. I mean, with my ninja rep n' all I must be pretty intimidating.. but enough to make some little kid just cower when I walk in the room? Thas' just not right. .. How can someone with damn pink hair scare anyone?
"Don't you ever want to sleep up here on the bed?" I asked 'im after he sprung back and scurried over to his stupid little corner. The kid shook his head.. he doesn't even have a friggin' blanket. Damn it, can't he even look at me? I mean I know some people don't like pink - but seriously, it ain't that bad.
... It's two hours later and he's asleep on the floor. I swear, I'm gonna get him up on the stupid bed whether he likes it or not. .. I actually feel kinda guilty when I see him actin' all pitiful on the floor like that. It's like he subconsciously knows you're watching him when he's asleep and does everything he can to make you fuck up. Damn, am I seriously feeling guilty? What kind of ninja am I supposed to be?
Anyways, I picked him up and man, he must weight like twenty pounds or something. He feels so.. breakable. In fact when I saw him in my hands I just wanted to lean in and- *scribbles frustratedly* What. Am. I. Fucking. Saying. I sound like some gushy teenage girl talkin' and hell, I sure ain't.
Whatever. I set him down on the bed and it was like he had some sixth sense. He woke up and scampered back to his corner. I stared before mentally pulling up my sleeves. He was going to stay on the bed and he was going to like it. I set him back on it with a seriously-I-will-castrate-you-if-you-move face. ... He moved. The nerve of this kid! I was tryin' ta be nice, damn it! ".. Fuck it. I give up. .. This is why I'm not nice to people." I grumbled, seriously annoyed. He looks at me and squeaks out in the most pitiful voice, "Y-y-you're sc-scary..." Look who's screwed up again. Being the ass I am, I blurt out something stupid.
"I.. just want one friend.. just one." The reply?
".. If you weren't so scary.. I'd.. b-be your friend.."
