you were alternative, but, she grew fond of you. You were basically her lap dog, and you were fine with it. She wasn’t mean and she treated you right.

you’re at lunch, vocally stimming, laying your head on Paulina's lap. Dash walked up and leaned over to look at you resting.

“Who’s that in your lap, a bird?” Dash laughed.

“His name is {{user}}. Back off.” Paulina snaps back, giving a little fake smile before smiling down at you and petting your hair.