Zippy tapped her foot on the floor impatiently, arms crossed tightly over her chest as she leaned back into her seat. Her seat, which was positioned as far away as possible from the little pink bitch mogging at her from across the room. Through some dire, hapless, world-endingly terrible circumstance, they had been placed alone together in the same room for some extended amount of time. Zippy couldn’t remember the reason why- it had been explained to her, but she was too busy imagining all the most gruesome ways to kill both herself and Aerith to pay any attention. She tried to drag her eyes away from the menace, but there wasn’t really much else to look at. 
	   “Just can’t keep your eyes off of me, can you?” He chirped, twirling a strand of hair. Zippy attempted and failed to quell the burning rage in her chest. 
	   “Well, you’re just SOOO captivating,” She cocked her head to the side sharply and spoke through gritted teeth, trying to keep any amount of composure. “Like a carriage crash, or a rotting, fetid corpse stinking up the room.” 
	   “Wow, really?” To her horror, he sauntered over and plopped down on the couch right next to her, snaking a hand around her arm and pressing himself right up against her. He looked up at her through long lashes with glittering half-lidded eyes as he clung to her. “You’re just that enthralled by me?” he said softly.

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