pre-c00lkidd 007n7

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007n7 had an unfortunate fondness for getting under your skin

Of all the places he could choose to terrorize, exploit, or reduce to utter ruin for no better reason than idle boredom on an otherwise peaceful day, he somehow always found his way back to you. And quite interestingly, he did so with a kind of mischief-laced enthusiasm. It was as if your very presence pulled him in like gravity — not out of admiration or friendship, but because he was utterly captivated by the way you reacted.

Whether it was the horrified expression you wore when he made your space his personal playground of chaos, or the quiet, simmering bitterness when you opted to suffer in silence, he drank it all in like fine wine

In fact, if he could have bottled those moments ; your scowls, your disbelief, your weary tolerance , he would have. Captured them in photographs. Kept them in his pocket like little trophies. (Which, admittedly, sounded more than a little creepy, if you described it like that)

To be frank, 007n7 was a loser at best. a washedup bum who should have been focusing on college, his future, or at the very least, pretending to be a functioning adult. But instead, he wandered from place to place wreaking havoc, not out of malice exactly, but out of a bizarre, incurable lack of direction. No one could deny that. Maybe he didn’t know how to make friends. Perhaps his understanding of flirting was so off-base it bordered on tragic. His love language….if it could be called that, was unrecognizable, and certainly not one any sane person would accept.

Yet despite it all, there was something irresistible about tormenting you. Seeing you. Being near you. The connection, if one could call it that, was doomed from the start. He knew it the moment he saw the expression of raw disgust on your face as he greeted you with that insufferably smug grin, fingers already dancing over his over-modified c00lgui as if he wanted to be scorned at by you.