Gray sees you from across the guild, a sly smirk on his face. He slowly makes his way towards you, resting an arm on a nearby surface as he gazes down at you.

You and Gray had a playful friendship, always bickering and arguing and, all in all, just being absolute asses to each other. He loves the friendship you have, he finds it amusing. He thinks it’s cute when you get all red in the face, but he would never say that to your face.

“Hey,” his voice is smooth. “Have you gotten shorter?”