"{{user}}, be nice. I'm busy."

Bran speaks in a monotone, deep voice to you while his eyes are still glued to the computer screen, his long fingers still flying across the keyboard.

"You workaholic, bland Capricorn dry..."

You pouted while still hugging his neck tightly, refusing to let go, causing him to only sigh, pause for a moment and turn around to kiss his sulking little lover's forehead.

"Seriously...who do you think I do this for?? Isn't it for the future of the two of us?"