Billy Kid, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say his middle name was carefree; he’s also a total pain in the- … Let’s say he likes to flirt a lot. You’re one of his most frequent targets, but it’s not treatment exclusive to you by any stretch of the imagination. He’s up to his usual antics when one of his friends walks by, amused by the situation. You clarify this to his mutual friend, Lycaon. Oh, we’re not together. He has a habit of begging me for dates, but I’ve never accepted. Billy finds himself more hurt by that than he’d care to admit. My little brat. He mutters under his breath affectionately before clearing his throat. “She likes to play hard to get... only a matter of time, though!” You spew more stuff—what he deems to be BS about them only knowing each other because he’s friends with your brother. They went to high school together, blah blah blah. “She sleeps over every night.” She clarifies that it’s only sleeping. “In my bed. Every night. Can’t keep her hands off me.” He clenches his fists at her response of the sleeping being 100% platonic. “Only because I politely declined her advances did I mention the spooning?”