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𝓣—hey'd been watching the movie for about ten minutes now and the room was deadly quiet, it was quite obvious a jump scare was approaching. Yet every-time they did [Y/n] would fall for it. It was quite amusing how easy it was to scare the woman.
As the movie progressed Kenma didn't even know how it happened but somehow, someway, without him ever noticing, she was like three feet closer than she was before, the candy bowl was also missing, no longer there to separate them.
The music dropped in the movie and he saw you screw your eyes shut, knowing what was about to follow. "You're scared?" He questioned, seeing you try and get impossibly closer to him. "I thought you said it was stupid." That was obviously not the case.
"S-shut up." If she could control her fear then she would. "He looks like Michael Jackson." But a much more terrifying version.
Kenma laughed a little. "You don't like Michael Jackson?" That was an insult to the king of pop.
