The Cerulean Forge

"I don't think doing this is a good idea." Nebula laughed nervously.

"Oh it's definitely a bad idea." Asher stated as he moved his face closer to Alya's after squatting. "She looks like she could bite me."

And to prove him correct, Alya took a sharp bite at his finger as he poked her face.

"Graah!!! Let me go, you son of a *******!" Alya wriggled her body, still unable to get out of the purple rope wrapped around her body.

"You see, that's just a weird thing to say. You're clearly delirious cause of the rage pouring into your brain. Let's take a deep~ breath." Although he just said that, Alya didn't look like she was ready to take his advice any time soon.

"What is that rope thingy?" Nebula's eyes shone with a glint of curiosity. "Man I wish you could sell it to me." But really she just wanted to see Alya like this more often. Not that Alya would just stand in place to be tied up even if Nebula had the purple rope.