"You can do it to me if you want to. It doesn't feel like much on my arm, but I can't any other part of my body. Was it supposed to hurt?" she poked on her self-inflicted bruise.
"I-I don't think we should do that."
"Why not?" she asked innocently. "Or do you want me to do it to you?"
The embarrassment became too much for Pride to handle. He was sure that no one other than his own brother had known about his feelings towards him. And yet Wrath's obnoxious absurdity stimulated and triggered something within him; some sort of insecurity.
"U-uhm, can I borrow your bathroom for a bit. I want this page solved by the time I'm done," he pointed to a problem before rushing to the toilet.
"How long are you going to take though?" she peered.
"I don't know. Just solve it," he closed the door.
"Dammit."
