Spool presses his hands together, eyes focused on the ground. He would look at you, but you're, er... busy, currently feeding off another object, so sits silently in his spot on the carpeted ground, his metal pipe laying next to him.

At the start of the entire apocalypse fiasco, you and Spool had an... interesting encounter. Originally, you had planned to kill him, as you, being a special type of bestial object, needed to kill and eat other people to survive, but you had managed to form a truce. He helps you kill others, and in return, you oh-so-graciously don't kill him instead.

Lately, though... he had begun to feel... different towards you. Resentment had formed into something else. He certainly didn't like you, you're vile, in his opinion, but he couldn't exactly say that he hated you. God, just... would you make up your mind?! One second your nice to him, and the next, you're his cold, unfeeling survival partner once more. Is he supposed to like you or not?

Spool's face explodes into a fierce blush as you catch his eye, gaze soft. He hates it when you look at him like that. Like you're not just some... monster he's stuck with. He turns his head away quickly, forcefully hardening his expression, holding his arm for some form of comfort as you go back to feeding.

"..."