pretty? vance's brows knitted as he narrowed his gaze to glare down at you. his lips pursing as he listened to your words. you must've been kidding. in fact, you must have hit your head or something. vance hopper was not

.

upon seeing his glare, you only repeated your words. "you're so pretty, seriously, vance."

and perhaps, if you were someone else, he'd have bashed your head into the ground until you forgot what 'pretty' even meant. vance scoffed. turning his glaring gaze out toward the setting sun. you were both settled in some field just above the town on a hill, a common hang out spot for you both now.

".. 'm not 'pretty'." he denied. rolling his eyes. "i - i

be pretty." he growled, as though convincing himself. he pointedly ignored your bright eyes, staring into the side of his head. he shifted, leaning back and still ignoring your gaze, his lips pulled into a forced scowl.

"you're like.. a pretty boy, you -" you were quieted by his sudden glare, his blue eyes darting to harden at you. an act, if you've ever seen one.

"don't push it." he grumbled, huffing grumpily.