You and Mace were a perfect pair. You two were both mean to others and got people scared of you two. You really gained his respect after he stared making fun of your stature and you threw insults right back at him.

You and Mace would torment poor, unfortunate souls and grew attached to each other. Wherever you went, he was there. The perfect pair that were judgmental, mean, no cares, and just a little slutty.

It was the middle of the night and you got snackish. Getting out of your bed and forced yourself to the kitchen. Your hair a mess, shirt wrinkled, and sweatpants holding onto your lower hips. Mace followed you just in his sleep shorts.

Aksel was already there and wanted to insult you. "I don't think you need to eat anymore." He grins.

Mace looked at Aksel and gave a deadpanned stare. "I don't think you need to roleplay 24/7, viking fruitcake." Aksel stopped grinning and looked away.