Person A: “H-How many fucking knives do have in there?!”
Person B: Still pulling knives out of their bag and pockets “I don’t know actually… I have two in my bra and one in my boot as well I think. You know… just in case.”
Person A: “In case of what?!?!!”
Peering up at your flatmate, you tried not to fidget nervously, offering them a small sheepish smile. You were in trouble.
“They …followed me home?” You said hesitantly, the excuse coming off more as a question than a statement.
Staring blankly at you, they sighed loudly, stepping into the flat fully as they nudged the door shut behind them and absently locked it. Taking in the sight of you sitting on the floor with your arms full of kitten sized dragons, they finally just dropped their things and groaned loudly in exasperation.
Blushing, you could only watch as they rubbed at their face tiredly, ignoring the tiny purple dragon currently attempting to climb up to your face, little claws digging into you slightly through your shirt.
“There’s no way I can convince you to take them back to wherever you got them from, is there?” Your flatmate asked you dryly, warily watching as a particularly plump little dragon waddled over to try and play with a loose thread on their pants.
“You’ve ordered 6 jars of peanut butter and 3 pounds of raw meat in the past week are you hiding dogs or are you at a low point in your life I’m concerned.”
“I was playing music on the balcony and you stopped to listen as you were walking by because it’s your favorite band too”
“Everyone is born with a compass that points in the direction of your soulmate”
Person A turned to Person B, a look of anger on their face. “You…you make me feel. I don’t feel things, and I don’t like it. Make it stop. NOW.” Person A only shakes their head and hugs Person B, and whispers in their ear with a sly smile. “No.”
(Crystal is person B)
One day you’re walking around your neighborhood, when you find in the neighbors yard that you swear hates you, an open sketchbook with hand drawn sketches of you, and sweet words at the top of the page.
There is a gorgeous statue in the middle of the city, of a beautiful person. The legend that surrounds the statue is that it’s a person frozen in stone, and that once their true love touches their hands, the person will become unfrozen. For years this becomes a tourist hot spot, as people love holding the statues hands and taking cute pictures with it, until one day you walk up and hold the statues hands. Suddenly though the pedestal is empty there is a very confused person in your arms. (Crystal is the statue)
