pest control [ ❥ ]

904 16 3
                                    

"This?" You ask incredulously, letting the little butterfly flit across your fingers as Street cowers in the corner of his room. "This is what you're so scared of?"

"Did I fucking stutter?" He says in a stressed tone, clutching a cushion in front of him as you hold the offending party in your hand. "Now get rid of it!"

"Are you sure?" You ask innocently, holding out your hand to him and grinning as it's wings flutter, Street's eyes widening in horror at the sight. "It's so pretty, you should really take a better loo- "

He flings the cushion at you and makes for the doorway, half-hiding behind the wall as he protests. "Go away! Kill it!"

"Oh, shush." You shake your head, smiling as you turn and reach for the open window, letting the butterfly drift out into the open air. "Y'know, next time you call me in to act as your personal exterminator, I mightn't be so sympathetic."

His eyes narrow as he hovers in the doorway. "You wouldn't."

"Wanna bet?"

jim street oneshotsWhere stories live. Discover now