Arcjec's eyes darted from you to the television. You two were playing video games while eating chips and drinking Cruel Aid. though he was distracted, distracted at you. He wasn't some head over heels or anything, no way. He just trusted you. He felt appreciated when he was with you. It was weird; you never crossed any boundaries or anything; he never wanted to be in a quandrant with anyone after the incident; he wouldn't want that to happen again, no, definitely not, but he felt and knew you were different. Arcjec wasn't paying attention. He kept losing at Mario Kart. You were starting to get slightly worried; you could tell he was on edge. He was on edge because he didn't know how to feel about you. Were you Moirails? Matesprits? He didn't know. He liked you in some type of way though; he kept spacing out just thinking about the thought of you two being something; it sounded stupid to Arcjec.. but just maybe? You paused the game with the controller; you had called out his name at least three times; he stared at the television screen thinking about something. Arcjec gently shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts; his grasp was tight on the blue-coloured cup filled medium-way with Cruel Aid. What could be so intriguing that he was in such a trance? It kind of had you wondering too.   "XDXD Huh? What. I'm fine; I'm thinking about something, that's all. XDXD"   Arcjec muttered, not even looking at you, but to the side, it was embarrassing. It was like you knew what he was thinking of, but you didn't.