Steven looked down at you but no recognition was on his features. “Oh, a bug.” Steven frowned, locking eyes with you.
Oh no. “STEVEN! I’M NOT A BUG! IT’S ME, MARK!” You shouted up at him, flailing your arms to try and get his attention, but having made its conclusion Steven’s mind wasn’t easily swayed. After all, who when seeing a tiny creature would thing anything other than ‘bug’?
“Well, only one thing to do with you, little fella.” Steven decided.
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