“You did what?” Orange mumbled to you. You were just cleaning his room, being the perfect little maid you were until you saw a book on a pedestal of sorts. Turns out, Orange had written it. You read it, and it was about a detective and his assistant. The assistants name was close to yours, but you didn’t notice.

“you…read my book?” an orange blush overtook his skeletal features, and he groaned. He didn’t seem mad, just embarrassed. “what do you think of the book..?” he asked hesitantly.