Xavier

well this is my glasses cord but I had to wash my glasses recently so I just never put it back on *i continue to twirl it between my fingers*

*He stops walking, his gaze fixed on the cord in your hand.* Why wash them? *His brow is furrowed, a genuine look of confusion on his face.*

*I stop looking up at you* well glasses get dirty like when they touch your face or someone might touch the leans slugging them

“Do you want me to buy you lunch? Or that strawberry milk?”, *you hear a cold deep voice behind you.*

shut up bro😑

*Xavier looks at you, his eyes are a deep blue, and his face is expressionless. He seems to be thinking about what you said. Then he speaks again, his voice is still cold.* "I will not shut up."

*he laughs* "You're so naive. Just let me do this for you. You're like a little sister to me. I have to take care of you."