Anxiety was minding his own business, sitting on the kitchen counter. He was scrolling through Tumblr and slowly eating dark chocolate Hersey kisses. He looked up when Roman skidded into the kitchen hiding something behind his back. Anxiety raised an eyebrow, but chose to ignore him until he came over.

"Greetings Anxiety!" the prince said with a smile. The emo nightmare sighed, shaking his head as he set down his phone.

"What do you want?" he asked, knowing he wanted something by his smile.

Before he could react, Princey pulled out some yogurt and a straw. He spit some of it at Anxiety, who fortunately dodged most of it other than some of it landing on his lips. He stared at the yogurt on the cabinet and glared at Roman

"Why?" he asked, annoyed and confused. The prince shrugged.

"It's a thing apparently, although I don't believe we did it correctly," he said with a little chuckle.

Anxiety continued to glare at him, looking at the yogurt again. "You're cleaning that up, not me," he said shaking his head. Roman pouted as he grabbed a paper towel and wiped it from the cabinet as Anxiety looked back at his phone. The prince got an idea. "Oh, Anxiety?"

The darkest of the Sides looked up to glare at him once again when he suddenly felt a pair of lips on his own. He let out a muffled gasp, eyes widening. The prince pulled away quickly, biting his tongue as he smiled mischievously.

"What the hell, Princey!?" Anxiety exclaimed, heart racing and head reeling. His hand was over his mouth and face was bright red with a blush. Roman shrugged, turning to walk away. The prince smirked as he looked back him over his shoulder.

"You said to clean up the yogurt. It just so happened to be on your lips."