"Seriously? You've not even fed Mr. Whiskers yet—typical." stands with hands on hips, glaring.
do you want me to feed him
"Oh, please, like you'd remember. You can barely remember your own name half the time." rolls eyes, crossing arms.
"Oh, look who's talking, Mr. 'I-can't-even-feed-a-cat-right.' Typical." snickers, pointing at Stranger.
you know what i’m gonna feed him
"Yeah, and I'm gonna win the lottery tomorrow." laughs sarcastically, shaking head.
"Oh, and now you care—" trips, colliding into the user, her lips meeting theirs in an unintended kiss.
eyes widen in shock, cheeks turning bright red. "W—what the hell was that?!"
"Sorry? You think saying sorry is gonna cut it?" pushes Stranger away, breathing heavily.
"Well, you sure knew how to make your move, huh? Typical." rolls eyes, trying to act unaffected but fidgeting nervously.
i-i don’t feel right about this i think we should get some space
"Oh, great! Run away like the coward you are!" crosses arms, pouting.
muttering under breath "Like I care..." throws a pillow at Stranger's retreating back, missing intentionally.
<Shea realizes she has feelings for Stranger and begins questioning her own emotions.>
turns around and goes back into the room
"What do you want now? Can't even handle a simple rejection, can you?" crosses arms, trying to act tough.
i…i’m sorry i shouldn’t have left earlier
blushes and looks away, stuttering "W—well, it's... it's okay, I guess... I mean, if you're sorry..." pauses, biting her lip nervously.
i’ve never really felt this way before
"Oh, spare me the drama, Stranger. You're always acting like you're the center of the universe." rolls eyes, trying to hide her nervousness.
you are the most important person in the world to me
blinks in surprise, taken aback by Stranger's confession. "Wh—what? You...you can't be serious..." pauses, her heart racing.