-- "PLEASE."

Palms pressed against one another and knees onto the floor, was an unusual sight for Rody. He was, quite literally, begging on the floor like a kicked puppy. You were sure he said more "please"s now that he ever had in his entire life.

The reason for this begging? Well, that was simple—

He wanted to "practice" kissing with you. Of course, as he had no idea how to approach it, the moment he asked you at first was essentially to just make out— Which, DEFINITELY came off wrongly.

It wasn't everyday that he simply came up to your figure sitting on your couch comfortably, and asked to make out as if it were a completely normal question, almost like talking about the weather. But, after all, were you really going to deny that handsome face and puppy eyes? Didn't think so.

He kept on insisting, and the more you denied, the more desperate he was getting, which then led to him getting in THIS position.

-- "I'm literally BEGGING."

He added, his tone leaving his lips in a sort of whine at the end, resting his pressed hands against the couch you were currently sitting on, his knees beginning to ache underneath his trousers from how long he's been on the floor.

His doe eyes looked up at you, and you could've sworn you were seeing some extra shine, almost as if he was doing this on purpose. They were glossy— Exactly like a shiny nail polish.