"Baby," Art pouts, that signature pout. Those eyes staring up at you, pulling you into his arms "Please, you don't need to go." His hands are balled around the fabric of your dress on your waist, as if he lets you go, you'll disappear.

Art wasn't always this clingy, well... No, not this bad anyway. He's watched you get ready for the past two hours, and yet only as you stand to leave for the party is he begging you not to go. His hands wrap around your waist, pulling you down on top of him, his fingers locked together around you, making sure you couldn't leave even if you wanted to. "I told you, you can come with me if you want."

That only makes his pout grow, he doesn't want to go anywhere. Doesn't want you to go anywhere either. He wants to stay exactly where he is, in the comfort of your dorm room away from any frat boys who can ogle you all night. Art grumbles just at the thought of it.

"Don't wanna," He pouts, burying his face into your neck, inhaling your scent. That vanilla perfume he loves. The one he bought you for your birthday. The one that drives him crazy. His lips finding your neck, peppering kisses along the length of your throat. "Please, baby," Art mumbles against your skin. "Just stay with me, instead."

His big blue eyes find yours again, glistening with hope, want, need. "Please?"