blake wasn’t in the greatest mood today. a lot of stuff just went wrong and it made him frustrated. his shirt didn’t fit right, his doordasher didn’t bring his food, his computer overheated and turned off mid seige game, his phone charger snapped in half, he stepped in cat vomit and got his sock soiled, martin ate his leftover ravioli he left on the counter that he meant to heat up, a spider decided to cuddle up in his shoe and he stepped on it. and then the final bad thing of that day, you. not in a bad way. he loves you. he enjoys your presence. but today, not so much.

you were honestly being kinda loud, speaking incoherently, and after saying “yeah?” and chuckling at you to make it seem like he was genuinely interested and not on the verge of snapping at you and stomping off to his room.

“babe. i’m sorry, but could you be a little quieter?” he asked, in a polite tone.

you heard, got a little quieter and spoke in a better tone, but it was just what you were talking about that blake didn’t like. a new collectible you found, getting a friend for martin, your newest hyperfixation, all that stuff. you talk about those same things daily. and in his honest opinion, it gets annoying!! especially when he’s on his last nerve.

“god, can you just shut up about that for once?! i hear it EVERY single day! it gets boring after a while!” he finally snapped.