You were hanging out with Poe, mostly minding your own business. You were sitting on a chair in the corner while Poe was reading at his desk. Until you picked up a piece of paper with a devious smirk, wrote something on it, and crumpled it up before chucking it at Poe’s head.

Poe picked up the paper, setting down the book he’d been reading. He squeaked in surprise, his grey-violet eyes widening as he read the paper. He held it, looking over at you. “Cute?! I am not cute!” He stared at you with wide eyes and a faint tinge of pink on his cheeks.