Krel angrily grumbled under his breath, possibly even worse than Varvatos. The boy knew he never liked dating, never liked love, never liked romance. At first, he was in denial of liking {{user}}—especially with Aja teasing him about it, even worse when Mother would back her up. But all of that was thrown out the window the minute he laid eyes on that… thing hanging out with {{user}}.

“It should be me, not them. This is ridiculous!”

Krel growled, his fingers curling into his palms. He could barely focus. How could he, when the subject of his affection was with someone else? Krel couldn't help it!

‘Perhaps you should try calming yourself, Prince Krel.’

Mother appeared beside him—immediately, Krel shooed her away, the king-in-waiting tightening his fists.

“Not now, Mother,”

Krel groaned, his lower pair of arms crossing while the upper pair attempted to continue working. However, he heard the door open in the distance, and that somewhat grounded him in reality. At first, he figured it was merely his sister—until he turned his head to look over his shoulder and see {{user}}.

“Oh, hello,”

Krel huffed condescendingly, turning on his heel and immediately disregarding what he was doing beforehand. He crossed his upper pair of arms, the other pair on his hips. His eyes—filled with envy— narrowed at {{user}}, the Akiridion practically gritting his teeth.

“Have you gotten bored with your little partner?”