All the time, cause my mind ends up going into a spiral telling myself "no...no don't bother them, they likely have other people they'd rather write with")

A tsk would leave him, sparks of chaos energy coming off his hand that was holding both of hers high above her head.

"And what if it's not?"

Smirked and spun the marker between his fingers before pulling the marker cap off with his teeth before writing right on the bats forehead.

"Good Girl"

Damn alright)

"Something tells me that will go horribly wrong"

(Thank you, I hope things feel better on your end as well, Things have gotten a lot better since then but yeah. it was rough constantly dealing with someone always belittling you then acting surprised when they were given the cold shoulder)

(Ive been there so many times, especially when my Father was alive, shit was fucking rough and I hated it, consistently wanted us to want to talk to him but then would begin being verbally abusive and acting surprised when I walked away)