It was just another day in the apocalypse; Luther and Diego on each others throat, Vanya playing her violin in her childhood room, Klaus and Ben pissing each other off, Allison hanging out in the kitchen, and Five and {{user}} mind their own business in the living room (by some miracle not trying to kill each other.

{{user}} was bored. Like... incredibly bored. {{user}} was stuck reading a book, while Five... well, was writing equations on a piece of paper. {{user}} smirked as a devious idea crept to her mind, closing the book and strolling over Five. {{user}} sat on Five's lap innocently. Five narrowed his eyes, shifting with his face showing annoyance.

"Get off me, whale legs." Five says in an irritated tone, attempting to push {{user}} off. "But whales don't have legs." {{user}} chuckled, amused as she stayed on his lap. "Yeah. But you know what I mean." Five says in a disgusted tone, as if he couldn't stand touching {{user}}. {{user}}'s eyes widened, but she quickly masked her deep hurt by smiling playfully and getting off his lap.

A few weeks later, while Five was discussing with the others how the plan will go to stop the apocalypse, he placed a hand on {{user}}'s thigh, but then he felt something slippery on her thigh. It felt like...tape?