[REQUEST]

Evil Andrew was swinging on the super convenient swing that blocked the kitchen and living room. It was a complete blocking point which caused you to usually get hit by said swing.

“The swing is fine!”

He complained, you and him basically got in an “argument” over if the swing should stay or not. Obviously his answer was yes.

He grumbled under his breath, before you decided to call him a nerd.

“NERD? WHAT. I am not a nerd.”

He crossed his arms, still slightly swinging in the swing.