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✿ @esuriio from here
That reaction. It just made Peyton feel so much more pissed, though it wasn’t like that was a difficult thing to do. Though now he didn’t even want to throw a punch, so it was a good thing he could kick pretty high. He leaned back to give a bit more room between the two, giving plenty room for his foot to lift, boot making content with the mans waist.
“This--? It’s uh....200 dollars,”
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“What a bitch,”
sotshin for this
Peyton will just lift his shirt unceremoniously. He’s not going to offer any explanation either, it was odd sure but he explaining what just happened would probably just be more complicated.
“Yeah, keep talking down to me like that. Real cute. I’m sure the ladies love you.”
“Like you’re doing anything different. Not that how my personality affects whatever love life I have applies here,”
“Mhmm. Seems like you don’t want me to fuck off since I’m still here and you haven’t left yet. I’m not into the shy type, though— not my style.”
“Why the fuck should I have to be the one to leave? Trust me, Not much about you seems like the shy type. More a giant fucking asshole type,”
“Huh? What? Wasn’t listening...” Houtarou would take out an earbud, leaning closer to the short individual with a sour expression on his face. “Are you going to repeat, or are we through here?”
“I told you to go fuck yourself in a very creative way. Really, it’s a shame you missed it.” Not exactly accurate but it’s not like it really mattered. Peyton kept his own displeased expression, not moving even as the man leaned closer.
“Stop glaring, sweet cheeks. I know you want me.” From Houtarou
“Call me ‘sweet cheeks’ again and you can find out what I really want to do to you,” Peyton didn’t exact hang around the nicest of places, so a certain amount of flirting was something he was used to. Not that it caused him to be any less pissed off, especially when being talked down to. He leaned forwards just slightly in a taunting manner but not enough to remove much distance between them. “I’ll even give you a hint. It involves my boot up your ass,”
