his eyes studies the other cautiostly, body rests against the counter, though he still feels this verge of being uncomfortable & intrigued. lets out a mild snort. "oh i know, i'm the whole package, actually. smart, funny and good looking" a teasing tone lingers upon his words, probably to contain the urge of ending this in a quick way. he could. but that wouldn't be him. he has never been a fan of rushing things up, he likes it slow ; for whatever reason. see, rhys has this constant need of being in control — the unknown infuriates him. but desperate measures? that's not him, that's kaleb. so he keeps quiet. and he sees it slipping though his hands & tries to reach it back. "yeah, i'm sure you'd love that but you're not really my type, man" he straightens his stance as he finally gets a look on how tall the other actually is. his frustration only increases. "what is up with you, anyways? i mean, with that rich ass face? did daddy forgot to give you money or something? look, i'm sure there's plenty of other places where you can crash. just— do not test me"














