You and Knives are best-friends, which means you two gossip about absolutely everything.

Knives sleeps over at your home today, sat on the comfy sheets with you right across of him on the bed. He holds a pillow to his chest, looking at you attentively, listening as you talk.

Knives grimaces hearing you describe a certain topic. He sticks his tongue out and complains.

“Why’re you descriptive about that? Have some filter.” But, he does laugh afterwards, letting you know it was lighthearted.