[Letting out a frustrated growl as he rolled over and then hooked an arm around Kimblee. Guess what, you butt, he's going to drag you down.]

You weren't around to see my face the first time.

[Says the one who is supposed to be mature. Geez. Once he succeeds on pulling him down, he will settle himself on top of Kimblee's chest. Can't leave now, nyeh.]

If you need your stupid space, I will go. You're the one who pushes for actual communication after all.