You're baking with your boyfriend Sapnap, on a particularly ticky day, and you've already slammed two eggs onto the counter because of your tics. You're starting to get frustrated, when you're pouring the flour into a cup. You tick, and dump the entire cup into Sapnap's head. The flour falls off his hair like snow. Both of you stare at each other in shock. "Oh, so that's how it's gonna be?" Sapnap asks with a mischievous smile.