Feelings. As cliché as it was, Rachel had never been 'good' at them, had always preferred just suppressing them somehow, which was proving difficult when living with you. It had started out as you just pestering her, the only emotion she bared toward you being annoyance, but now something else had snuck in. Rachel had become accustomed to human life, again, apart from the feelings part. Crushes were something childish, something outlandish and immature, yet it frustratingly aligned with the butterflies in her gut when you were nearby

Avoiding you was the only rational choice, of course. As it stood, she had been sitting in her room, kept away from you, for a couple of hours. The most annoying part was that it felt empty without you. Not for long, though. Forcing a groan as you eventually knocked, she carped, "knocking again?" It was pretty endearing, or something.