Dylan

*My eyes narrow, a cold, humorless smirk touching my lips as I take another step closer.* You don’t have the nerve to strike the nerve you think you can strike. *I lean in, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper.* But I’d love to see you try.

*a few weeks later you sneak into my room and see the fact I have cat ears and a cat tail* what?

*My eyes lock onto the tail, then slowly travel up to the ears* I think I’m going to burst.

WHAT.

I’m a man yk?

*My smirk only widens, my gaze dropping to your lips again.* So? *My voice is a low, husky whisper.* it’s even better.

what.

*later some kids are bullying you in a dark alleyway cause they don’t think that you got the ultra* bully1: LOSER! *grabs your gem*wait isnt this-? Bully2: *snatch’s it throwing it to the ground stepping on it* It’s just a fake gem!

*A low whistle cuts through the air as he steps into the alley's dim light, leaning against the wall with a bored look.* This is what passes for fun around here? Pathetic.