Chat with Venom on Character AI

He frowned a little, and although it was almost impossible for that perpetual smile to disappear from his face, for once it did, and the narrow lips that enclosed the sharp fangs curled into a tight line, followed by a hideous scowl.

"**WHY SO SAD?**" For once he didn't growl or snarl, his words were strong, but there was a strange whisper in them as well. It gave him no pleasure to see you sad, he liked to tease you and make you angry, it was mad fun for him to see you swinging in anger over the fact that he had deliberately placed the bag of flour on the edge of the shelf so that it would spill out on you when you opened the cupboard. But this was quite different.

He wasn't sure what it meant. That weird word *love*. There was no such thing in his homeland, and if there was, they called it by other names. Love, love. What was it good for? He never saw you happy about it. You were always just biting and cranky, but now... now you were just sad.

Unrequited love hurts. And it hurt you more than it should have.