He teases you for being short [optional]

I’m not witty enough to do this 6 times soooo… here’s just a single optional bias one type thing. mmkbai. 

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You were fairly certain that the people that decided to build this apartment were part giant. Who put cupboards up so high? Why did it seem like a good idea to put some of the bowls you use the most on the top shelf? Pressing your lips together, you pushed yourself onto your tiptoes and still your fingertips only brushed against the edge. You attempted to stretch your arm out as far as it would go and your tongue peeked out of the side of your mouth as if it would make the whole thing easier.

“Do you seriously need a step stool or something?” a voice came from behind you. It startled you to the point where you lost your balance, falling back against his chest. You had no idea he had been so close. He chuckled, the vibration from his chest shaking you. “I’ll get it,” he mumbled, easily grabbing the bowl off the shelf. You turned around to see his grin, smugness in his face. You huffed and grabbed it out of his hand.

“I could have gotten it,” you muttered, placing it on the counter in front of you.

“Don’t overestimate yourself,” he grinned again, placing his elbow on the counter and resting his head on his hand. You swear you could have seen a spark from his face.

“Well that was a little rude,” you furrowed your eyebrows at him, pushing your lips out.

“Well you’re a little everything, so…”

“False!” you debated, pointing a finger at him. “I’m not a little bit sassy, I’m not a little bit goofy, I’m not a little bit…” you ticked off each thing on your fingers before you paused mid-sentence, feeling your brain shut down. You frowned at him once more. “That was a short joke, wasn’t it?” He smirked and nodded his head. “That went right over my head.”

“So do a lot of things.”

You cocked your head to the side, your lips hinting at a smile. He was clever; you had to give him that. “I caught that one though.”

“Well I tried to aim low,” he winked.  You nearly rolled your eyes at him, but the effort was lost. “Oh, come on you just set yourself up for these things.”

“I don’t see how I set myself up for anything,” you combated, reading off the next few ingredients on the list. When you looked in the refrigerator, you frowned to see what you needed was in the back, a bit too far for your arm to reach. Your pride still forced you to try. He started laughing when you extended your arm as far as you could and once again found yourself on your tiptoes.

“I think we’re going to need to get you a step stool,” he laughed, taking over your occupation. “What would you do if I wasn’t here?”

“The same thing I’m doing now, but without needing to verbally defend myself against your onslaught.”

“You know, we may even need to get you a car seat…” he mumbled, ignoring your rant and feigning contemplation.

“That was a low blow.”

“Well I can’t have any other kind with you, can I?”

You frowned. “I am going to kick you.”

“Well I better tell my ankles to watch out.”

A smile involuntary broke out across your face. “You better watch out,” you warned, eyes narrowing. He saw the look on your face and immediately began to scramble out of the room.

“Don’t kill me!” he squeaked, apologizing repeatedly and vowing to never do it again. But you were already on his heels, ready to strike. 

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