“Argh!” Edward exclaimed, stomping his foot and clenching his fists. “Stop calling me short!” He groaned as you just snickered in amusement. You’d called him a pipsqueak for the nth time that day. You just seemed to love making fun of his height, something he COULDN’T CONTROL— anyways. Edward was just the slightest teensiest bit insecure about his height.

He had his arms crossed over his chest. He was waiting. Just waiting to see if you’d make another comment about how short he was. He hated to admit it, but it was a regular thing for you two now. And he maybe kind of slightly enjoyed it.

“Hmph. I can’t control my height, y’know.” He grumbled, shifting his gaze away from you with a grumpy expression.