PREPARE FOR SOME FLUFF, YOU. how about anyone from AH and some bad flirting ft colored pencils?
THE FLUFF IS REAL
“Roses are red, violets are blue-”
“Michael stop,” You giggle, he was beginning so hopeless. So hopeless with his pick-up lines he was trialling on you to see if they’d work on any other girl in the future.
“Ugh, well I don’t know. That was all of them,” He stands defeated, “You got any then?”
“Mmm, I maybe have crayons laying around somewhere,”
“Why the hell do you still have crayons? Aren’t they all old and shit? Besides, what’s that got to do with helping me with my pick-up lines?”
“Oh, you’ll see,” You dismissed yourself and found your box of crayons, they were rarely used so they looked new. You found a handful of scrap paper and returned to the living room and placed you items in front of Michael.
“What the fuck?”
“C’mon, draw! Maybe it might help with the thinking process of these spectacular pickup lines,” You suggest, holding a red crayon out to him and giggling.
“What?”
“Red is the colour of love,”
“Oh for fuck sake,”
“Aww, you’re making me sad,” You pout, pulling out a blue crayon and drawing a sad face on the paper.
Michael shakes his head dismissively and grabs that shade of blue from your grasp and draws a happy face next to the sad one.
“See? Blue isn’t sad anymore,”
“But I’m feeling blue and I need a cuddle from my micco,”
“Y/N, I can’t believe I’m dating you,”