You can call me anything, but your insults are as unique as your art...

( take that as you will. he's mostly saying that at her, and not directly to her so she doesn't have to answer.

now when she attacks him with the glob, he glances up at her as if staying right through her. it's only for a moment before he laughs it off, raising his hand to touch where she decided to wipe off the soap. with it getting over his fingers, he slowly stands up properly, and reaching out to pinch her nose — so that he can rub it on her face — he nods his head afterwards. )

Maybe I should join the art club, this really is a stress reliever!

( :) )