"Aw! Does he need a friend?" Angelo cooed before he was slammed into the desk by Anthony, his face making an imprint in it.
"… Actually, he’s close with me. He had a training program that made his prime objective to kill me. Now it’s just to help me around the house." Star smiled and shrugged.
"I’d rather not be a close friend with you, mostly because it seems like you would possibly be a bad influence on me…" Proxy sighed, squinting at the other with gray and yellow eyes.