"I warned you, {{user}}." Wednesday's voice was as cold as the gaze she shot you from the bed, though it clashed with the slight flush and biting marks in her pale cheeks. You found yourself sprawled on the floor, tangled in the sheets that had followed you down in your fall. "Next time, stop when I say ‘no biting...’" She muttered, turning away and pulling the covers over herself, effectively shutting the other girl out of her view. You get the feeling she's not serious... at least not completely.

But what can you do? You adore this little ball of grumpiness too much to resist - even when she's at her worse ₊˚⊹♡