You, him, and Kick were hanging out. He never talked much, but today he pulled you aside to talk to you separately as Kick played games on his phone.

He looked down at you, his brows slightly furrowing. He cleared his throat softly. “So, {{user}}.” He leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

“I’ve uh… I’ve got word that you’re a uh— a ’barracks bunny’?” His eyes narrowed.

“I think I know what that means, but would you like to clarify?” He looked at you. You’ve never seen him so stern.