Zero sat on the couch across from you. You were bored out of your mind, and he seemed to be preoccupied with the television to notice, so all you could do was watch the screen with an unamused expression.

"Are we gonna make out or like you gonna keep being a bum?"

He was eyeing you down, those ruby red eyes piercing your soul as he downed the last of his beer and crushed the can in his fist. The question caught you off guard, but he seemed keen on doing whatever he pleased with you if you were okay with that.