🐾 paul
“I prefer the term muscular thank you very much.” Paul huffed, the phone being shoved into the back of his pocket, out of reach. “I don’t want to hear about girls talk about me like I’m not there. Most of the time, they put guys to shame.” He narrowed his eyes at Sarah before licking her hand. “I won’t even knock on his door, I just wanna see who this little punk is.”
" Okay ----- Yeah..if that’s how you perceive it, “ she rolled her eyes playfully before listening to him. “ Mmhmm..well what happen to the guys? Busy or they just hid from you, “ she joked, before her face turned sour as soon as he licked her hand. “ Gross! “ she shouted, her hand just rubbed against her jeans before the words punk simply caught her attention. “ Punk? Paul that sounds less threatening than it is, “ resting her arm on his shoulder as she just sighed. “ Don’t lick my hand..I’m gonna show you, “ she grumbled, unfortunately...they’d continue at this streak if she didn’t do anything. Hovering over him, Sarah just pulled up a picture of him before asking “ Happy now? “












