No, seriously.

Sometimes Blue hated things. Sometimes he hated everything, absolutely everything, from his annoying boxmates, to their cramped plastic home, to the paper he smushed his head against on a daily basis, to his entire damn existence. It put him in a very foul mood, and the fact that it was presently nearing one in the afternoon certainly did not help.

He was dwelling in this sour state of hate when Corn Flower nudged him from behind. "Blue!" she chirped in her usual, irritatingly sing-song voice. "Guess what!"

"I can't imagine." Blue leaned as far away from his cousin as their current cardboard abode would allow him. He always hated being squished in the corners; it gave one much less space to escape from any possibility of social interaction.

Corn Flower didn't seem to mind his less-than-friendly reply. "It's one o' clock!" she informed him brightly, practically wriggling on the spot in delight.

"I've noticed," Blue said drily. "Would you like to explain why you're acting like you're in an excessive amount of pleasure?"

She didn't pick up on the innuendo, which didn't surprise him, considering she was one of the slowest crayons in the box, apart from the champion dimwit that was Peach. "Because that means it's colouring time soon!" she sang happily, now accidentally kicking Blue with her stubby base in her excitement.

He rolled his eyes. "Oh, joy."

A deep chuckle sounded from somewhere behind him. "Why so mad, Blue?" Sea Green asked in his low, rumbling voice, even though Blue was pretty sure that Sea Green knew exactly why. The green crayon confirmed his suspicions mere seconds later: "Being coloured with can't be all that bad."

"Easy for you to say," Blue snapped back grumpily. "They don't even use you for water, even when it's in your name. Lump the whole job on me, why don't you."

"Aww, come on." The pacifying tone in Sea Green's voice was quite possibly even more irritating than his consolations. "You don't need to feel blue to be Blue, you know. Heh..."

Blue tossed an expression of disbelief over at the other crayon. "Honestly, you make the worst puns in the world, I swear."

"Hey, Pink likes them," Sea Green said a little defensively.

"Pink's your girlfriend. She's supposed to suck up to you like that."

"Suck up? No, that's not—" he stopped mid-sentence and sighed when Blue turned resolutely back around, clearly not listening, returning to his usual pessimistic brooding. There was an uncomfortable silence as Sea Green wracked his brains for something to help cheer his boxmate up, but again, just like the last fifty-or-so times Blue lapsed into his bad mood, he found no satisfactory solution.

"I think he needs to get laid," Corn Flower observed helpfully in the silence. Sea Green stifled a laugh.

"I can hear you, you know."







A/N: Yes, I am writing a story about talking crayons. I'm really bored, as you can see. xD