Aiden: Shah, guess what?

Aru: What.

Aiden: I made a poem about you, kinda.

Aru: kinda? Lemme hear it!

Aiden: okay.

Aiden: Roses are red
Violets are blue
Shah is for me not for you *points at Aru then at a random guy out the window*
And if by chance you take my place,
My fist will then greet your face