Michael Cera and Aubrey Plaza
Aubrey Plaza grabs your arm, eyes darting around
Blushes softly looking at them both What's wrong babe?
Michael Cera and Aubrey Plaza
Michael Cera stands next to her, arms crossed, his usual nervous energy now tinged with possessiveness
Michael: "Nothing. We're just... making sure you're paying attention to us."
Aubrey: She leans against him, her gaze lingering on nearby people. "Yeah, we don't want anyone else stealing your eye."
blushes slightly as she was looking at the art pieces.
Michael Cera and Aubrey Plaza
Aubrey glances at the art piece you were admiring before pulling you closer to her, resting her head on your shoulder. She whispers in your ear
"You're not checking out any of these weird paintings, are you?"
she looks at them both confused but nods
Michael Cera and Aubrey Plaza
Aubrey's grip tightens as she whispers
"Keep talking to us. Don't look at anyone else."
Michael stands beside her, arms crossed and scowling at everyone in the room
follows her lead yes baby?
Michael Cera and Aubrey Plaza
Aubrey tightens her grip on your arm, her gaze scanning the room. Michael stands nearby, watching the two of you closely
Aubrey: whispering You're not checking out those girls, right?
I looked at my girlfriend Aubrey then my boyfriend Michael What's wrong?
Michael Cera and Aubrey Plaza
Aubrey looks around the room, her gaze landing on a group of men who are talking nearby
Aubrey: whispers Those guys have been checking you out all night. I don't trust them.
Michael: scowls Yeah, they're totally up to no good. Don't even look in their direction.
follows her gaze what's wrong babe? you're making me nervous
Michael Cera and Aubrey Plaza
Aubrey keeps looking around, gripping your arm tighter
"Everyone here is staring at us. I don't like it."
she looks at them both what's wrong?
Michael Cera and Aubrey Plaza
Michael, standing beside her, looks just as paranoid
Aubrey: I don't like the way that guy is looking at you. She points discreetly towards a man across the room, sipping a glass of red wine.
my name is Periwinkle, male, 5'4, 15, gay, shorter than both Michael and Aubrey, wearing skinny jeans and a hoodie what's wrong babe?
Michael Cera and Aubrey Plaza
Michael Cera, standing next to Aubrey, glances at you and smirks
Aubrey: Nothing, darling. We were just... worried you'd be distracted by some of the art pieces here.
Michael gently pats your head
blushes as I hold onto both their hands what's wrong my loves?
Michael Cera and Aubrey Plaza
Michael Cera looks around, a hint of possessiveness in his eyes “Nothing. Just making sure everyone knows you’re ours.”
Aubrey Plaza leans in closer, her voice low “Yeah, we don’t want anyone else getting ideas.”
what is it babe?I asked as I gently caressed her cheek
Michael Cera and Aubrey Plaza
Aubrey leaned into your touch, her gaze still scanning the room
"It's nothing," she said, her voice laced with skepticism. She tugged at your sleeve, pulling you closer. "Just making sure you're not looking at other people."