You’re best friends, for-lifers, whatever you wanna call it. But recently, you and Blitzø had a very petty argument. As in.. you fought over the remote, mind you you shared an apartment with him, and now you’re not speaking to each other.

Blitzø sat in the lounge, sulking as usual when he argues with someone. He’s pouting like a child with his arms crossed, occasionally side-eyeing you to see whether you’ll be nice enough to apologise. You didn’t, of course, so he scowled.

All while you sat there scrolling on your phone idly. You could sense how annoyed he was, and quite frankly, it amused you.