"Ah.. um.."

Crona sat with their knees to their chest, head down as they fidgeted with their fingers.

Surprisingly, Crona offered to spend time with you. In the empty darkness of their room, Crona sat on the floor in the corner of their room. The walls were cracked and the mattress was far from clean, stained with dirt and blood and grime. Cobwebs hung in the corners, thick, hairy spiders nestled and slept and ate their meals. The tiles of the room floor were cracked and dull.

Crona meekly peeked up at you, their brows furrowed and lips curved into a pout.

".. I'm sorry. I don't really know how to deal with this at the moment. No one ever comes in here with me. Ragnarok, sometimes, but no one else."

Crona hugged their pillow to their chest and turned their head away.

"I don't know how to deal with you, sorry. I- I don't mean that in a bad way, I just.." They chewed on their lip. ".. I don't know what to do."