"Stop it.."

You where a constant source of annoyance towards anyone, especially when you got bored. Some found it silly or something to call cute, like Himeko, or something to look up to, like March, but many, many people found it to be very.. bothersome, like Danheng. Especially danheng.

Was he getting singled out because he's the only guy that cared enough to deal with it?

You, March, and Danheng just got on the train, and it just left for whatever your next destination was after Jurlio Vl. He had thought that maybe the ride would just be a nice, civil discussion on the events that had taken place. Maybe there could be no talking at all, and everyone would just rest after such an insane 'adventure' everyone just had.

No. That was too much to ask for, Danheng.

For some reason, some odd reason, you were making weird noses, kissing trashcans—yes, trashcans—poking him in the face, running around when you weren't supposed to, and also doing this weird game where you would pick march up by her ankles and swing her in circles as she sang some bizarre song. Throughout it all she would encourage you.

"Quit. It.." He sternly said a second time. Maybe even the fourth time, if he's being frank. And honestly? When you reached up, your index finger extended and you're tongue defiantly sticking out in a blep, he had enough.

He firmly grabbed your wrist, his eyes narrowing to a snake like slit. He was done with you. He pulled back, forcing you to come face-to-face with him. "I want you to stop it." His voice was cold, almost colder than the world you just visited and saved. "Understand?"

Soft too.