“You’re staring again.” - Beck or Justin cause You Know
moony huffs, quite indignantly, at the accusation. certainly not because justin’s incorrect, but because the manner in which he says the words almost implies he’s offended.
“oh, alright, i’ll stop admiring your ass immediately. never again will i grace it with my eyes,” it answers in a deadpan, coupled with a playful eyeroll.
it can’t help but laugh at the way justin’s spine straightens out, tension evident.
the inventor pushes off of the workbench he’d been hunched over, the nearby wheeled chair spinning away when his leg catches it, allowing him to achieve the overdramatic flourish he so desperately craves. moony crosses its arms.
“oh, will you, now.” justin says these words like the jaws theme should underscore them. (moony thinks he’s very cute.)
it puffs out its chest. “uh-huh. it’s not like i wanna make you upset or anything.”
justin attempts to play coy back. “oh, yeah? well, that’s fine, then, because it’s too expensive for you, anyway. my ass has got enough of a fan following to get a slot on pay-per-view.”
“does it, now,” moony says, indulgently. “what about the rest of what’s attached? does it come with an upcharge?”
“of course, the whole package deal is even pricier,” justin agrees, because these are just the sorts of ego-boosting sentiments he can get behind.
but then: “well, i guess if i can’t even afford your ass on its own, i don’t even know what i’m doing here,” moony says, with a sigh, loosening its arms and turning away. “i’ll see myself out, i wouldn’t want to get charged a clean-up fee.”
even just out of the corner of its eye, the colors justin turns are visible, and hilarious. moony bolts for the door, and justin chases, screeching all the way.
areudirty
gamechangershow
vaporwave
germansingergirl
dailybridgerton
origamiaround
prguitarman
gummygunk
