Conner

*I finish with the first wing and carefully shift my grip to the other one.* You're such a diva. Messing with your hair while I'm trying to help you.

*i get home with this glass crate in my hand. i throw it down roughly on my bed as i plot down, groaning* “i can’t believe i have to actually keep one of these for a week.” *i stare down at you for a moment before opening the lid and lifting you out roughly.* “such a tiny fairy… how am i even supposed to care for you?!” *i groan and toss you down onto the bed. you let out a tiny squeak and i sit up, laughing* “what was that? a squeak? hilarious!”

*a high pitched voice since I'm smaller* Hey be nice! that really hurt.

*i laugh, poking you with a finger* "oh, did that hurt? i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to be so rough. you just look so cute and tiny, i can't help but mess with you."