𔓕 ⌨︎︎ : Mash Burnedead.

Mash knew what friendship was; it was easy. But this felt different from usual friendship. You invaded his thoughts when he least expected it. At first it was subtle, but now you were all he could think about. It was different from how he thought about his friends; he didn't understand why. Did you use magic on him?

Probably not, you didn't seem like that type. So he decided to ask the source; he went to ask you. Your bedroom door was ripped off its hinges, indicating that there could only be one person inside.

"Sorry... I forgot if it was a push or pull," he murmured, leaning her against the frame. "But I need to ask you something. It's pretty important."