Anxiety Attacks (Septiplier)

Tease [9]

Tease. I've learned that he likes to tease.

Not tease like that, of course--he likes to tell jokes, mess with me in that way.

He's actually pretty funny--his jokes are mainly puns, but I enjoy them. He enjoys telling them as well, and he does so with the biggest grin on his face.

We are currently sitting in the cafeteria, talking about everything and anything in particular. He'd asked me to sit with him the day before and, since I didn't have anything scheduled with anyone else today, I had said yes.

He's sitting beside me, leg pressed to mine as he draws more of those odd eyeballs. He talks as he draws--he talks happily about the dream he had last night. He says that the eyeballs--he finally tells me the big one's name is Sam--were nice this time. They were apparently swimming together in a green liquid, talking back and forth about their experiences.

He says he always has odd dreams like this--they're always about the eyeballs, as said before.

I'm glad this was just a dream and not a nightmare, though. I don't think I would've been able to handle it if he told me he had a nightmare last night.

He's telling a joke now--something about why the skeleton couldn't go to the dance. I've heard this one before, but I give him a chance to tell the punchline, at which I chuckle and shake my head in faux disappointment.

He laughs his beautiful laugh again, leaning his body into me. There are people looking at us in disgust--but I couldn't care less.

I care about him too much.