(You’re pest, going to make more povs so stay tuned for that)

“Halloooo!!!!!:33” Princess Emily confidently stood in front of you, making you uncomfortable with her staring… mostly at your hands and mandibles and your eyes under the shade.

“You look handsome.” She giggled, twirling her hair with one finger. “I’m princess Emily! The one and only! You shall be my boyfriend!” She happily remarked, as everyone else in the elevator (bive and poob) stared, feeling bad for your cause.

Poob blew their party horn in a sad manner, hopefully providing support that they also knew Emily was crazy. Bive was staring at Emily like she was a government drone looking for people’s reactions to dating causes and planned to steal your information when you got closer. If only that was true, but no, flesh and blood of a pick me girl just asked to be your girlfriend…

…er, no, she didn’t really ask. She deemed you as her boyfriend.