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â Iâd rather still call ya Bronco, Iâm not one for first names. Well of course I changed, ya idiot! Iâm not fifteen anymore! â  A grunt escaped the ivoretteâs tan lips and he stayed still, less he need more hair to fall out. Gunmetal blue eyes rolled at the words coming from his high school companion.â Youâve always been like that. Like youâre some goddamn kid in an adultâs body. Donât use that word. â He nearly cringed at just the hear of it.
  â Youâre so difficult, honestly. You canât call me Bronco forever, Squalo; itâs silly. â & Frankly, itâd be nice to hear you call him by his name. Tan fingers worked at each strand gently, making sure not to pull or tug too hard as he continued to untangle his ring from the ivoretteâs snowy locks. Gently & ever so lightly, the blonde pressed his face against albino locks. â You have hardly changed. Just like back then, youâre moody, youâre brash & youâre rude. But thatâs alright, because I know thereâs a softness underneath that hard skin of yours; even if you wonât ever admit it. â A quiet laugh escaped Dinoâs lips, tattooed hands finally untangling ivory tresses from the confines of his ring. â Is there any word you donât hate? I love the snow, you know. & You may very well be right, I may still hold my childhood self inside of me. But is that such a bad thing? Iâm serious when the time calls for it, & I always try my best for my family. So why not be a bit childish in my spare time? â He canât help it that Squalo is an attractive person.










