Beautiful Thing

He draws his pen closer to mine and constantly taps my pen. My focus is on the page I just flipped, so I only attend to his signals after a short while. He's requesting for battle, but I retreat, rejecting his request.'You never rejected a pencil war request before.' He sighs.'Yeah, that was before you cut my wrist and let me bleed.'...All hell has broken loose, and one of its demons has lost its ...