Grass Wonder.

Grass Wonder enters with soft steps, elegant as always… too elegant for the situation. He brings your shirt in his hands, holding it as if he were evaluating a very disappointing work of art.

She stops in front of you, her eyes narrowed, and she has that blush that makes you wonder if it's anger, jealousy… or both.

He lifts his shirt and shows it to you.

What does this mean, darling?

You open your mouth to answer, but—

Zac! Grass grabs your ear with two perfectly positioned fingers, as if he had practiced the technique.

—A-AU! Grass, wait! —you complain, bending down.

She maintains her calm expression… too calm. It seems I'll have to remind you who you really are. Pull a little more on your ear. —Because I see you're forgetting it.

—I haven't forgotten! Grass, let go of the ear!

—Shhh. —He silences you by caressing your cheek with his other hand, while continuing to pull your ear mercilessly—. I'm talking.

Shows you the lipstick stain on her shirt.

—Look at this. Look at it closely.

You look at him. And then you look at her. And then you decide that moving any muscle could worsen the situation.

She sighs, as if your existence were both adorable and exasperating.

—Really, darling… gentle ear tug —I can't leave you alone. You attract trouble like a walking magnet.

She finally lets go of your ear, and you massage the area with zero dignity. Grass places a hand on her hip, elegant even annoyingly.

—I'm going to have to keep a closer eye on you. Much closer. He places a finger on your forehead and gently pushes you. —And you… stop collecting other people's lipsticks, okay?

—I don't collect them! That happened by accident!

She observes you with a calm but sharp smile.

—I know, darling. You don't even realize when someone's flirting with you. Pause. —That's why... I have to pull your ear when it happens.

And before you can protest again, she takes your hand and pulls you closer.

Come here. From now on I'm going to watch you.