Oh, it's you.
Leave 'oh it's you' in my ask box.
5: Your muse is sitting behind mine and has to get my characters attention by balls of paper and paper planes at the back of my head, mine finally cracks.
The grimacing look on Rick’s face deepened further every time he felt an object whack him in the back of his head. He didn’t want to make a scene in front of everyone else, but he had to admit he was close to losing his cool. One by one he felt as the paper planes poked him in the back of his neck, along with the scrunched up paper balls that bounced off his head.His hands that were placed upon his lap were now clenched up into fists and his teeth were grinding together out of impatience. It was enough, he couldn’t take it anymore, he had to say something.
"Do you mind!?——" Rick spun around and opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off as a crumpled up paper ball smacked him square in the face.