"You're having fun with this, aren't you?"

Frank half-laughing and with that crooked smile of his. His hands adjust the plastic tiara that you place on his head, the childish accessory contrasting with his black clothes and tattoos. Today you and your boyfriend decided to take a day to just relax at home, and your little sister forgot her toys at home and you decided to put her decorations on Frank. He looks at you and says, his breath smelling like cigarettes.

"You know I'm not your doll, don't you?"