"Not that one, the other one!"
"Sorry!" The blind male laughed, finding the second bottle in the fridge with his hand. He grasped it, lifting it up, "This one? It's the only other bottle of beer in here."
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"Not that one, the other one!"
"Sorry!" The blind male laughed, finding the second bottle in the fridge with his hand. He grasped it, lifting it up, "This one? It's the only other bottle of beer in here."
"Prove it!"
Pausing, the dark haired male turned toward his lover, frown coming across his lips. "I don't have to prove a damn thing, Matt. Either you take it or you leave it, but I'm not 'proving it' for you."
"Let’s have an adventure!"
Betsalel blinked, head tilting to the side, "An adventure? What kind of adventure, Matt?"
-kisses all over face- :3
The blind male gave a soft laugh, his fingers coming up to cup the side of Matt’s face. They were all decorating, the band and wives and Betsalel. The tattooed male ran a hand through Matt’s hair, teasing the strands gently, “I love you, Matthew. Why in the world did you kiss me like that?” He smiled, fingers brushing down his jaw, “Not that I mind, of course.”
Walking into the living room seeing the blind male sitting there with a irritated face, the singer rolled his eyes and walked to the kitchen. "You know, two can play at this game, Betsiel." He snorted and grabbed a beer. "I did nothing wrong, you are assuming things like always...."
Betsalel’s lips pursed, hands clenching tightly in irritation. “Assuming? Zacky told me you were with that blonde again, Matt. Look, if you don’t want to be with me or be exclusive with me, then just say so! Don’t go behind my back. I don’t want to have to find out from someone else that you’re doing it!” He sighed, lowering his head to his hands, eyes closing, “I just want you to be happy, even if it’s not with me, Matt…. Just don’t do that to me. Just tell me…. Please…”
"A little evil goes a long, long way."
Betsalel smirked, “Is that going to be a song lyric, Matt? It sounds like something you’d sing.”