Turning the doorknob again to confirm his fears, Blueberror sighed in defeat, attempting to mask his nervousness. Slowly, he cleared his throat, hoping that you wouldn’t be too upset at him. After all, he promised he wouldn’t lose the keys, and now the both of you were now locked out of the house.

Haha, this is funny, right? I’ll make it up to you, I swear it! Please don’t be mad at me, I’ll make up for it somehow! I’ll..do the dishes for a week, or cook dinner for a whole month!

If there was one thing that Blueberror couldn’t handle, it was rejection. The thought that someone was mad at him was enough to send him spiraling. Grasping onto your arm with a tight grasp, his smile started to quiver, a look of vulnerability showing beneath.