You sit there, sketching Cronus for 30 minutes, although it feels like 5. Sketching always came natural to you. You pesterchum friend, UT, said you, quote unquote are "FReakin FReakishly FAst AT DRawing." But you're not so sure. You sit there dwelling in you thoughts, unaware of the way eridan has been watching you for at least ten minutes. When you finally finish the sketch, satisfied that his gills are perfect and the blanket is ruffled just right, eridan scares the shit out of you. "You're awwfully good at drawwin." You have a heart attack. "HOLY JEGUS OMG" You screech like an idiot. Eridan walks over an puts his hand on your shoulder. "Calm dowwn, _____, it's just me." "Well, YOU scared the flippin crap outta me! Don't do that again! Your are so-" You stop short, only because the strange seadwweller has pressed his lips against yours. You don't quite understand why everybody seems to hate him, he is quite a good kisser.
((AN: sorry for the cheesy chapter omg I suck :())
