"Just lemme lick the inside of yer thigh and y'can swim for however long y'want."
"Dream on, weirdo."



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"Just lemme lick the inside of yer thigh and y'can swim for however long y'want."
"Dream on, weirdo."
"I would like to rub up on you."
“Could at least fuckin’ say hello. Maybe a can I take ya out t’ fuckin’ dinner then maybe rub tha fuck up on ya?” He only joked of course and his grin would reveal that, eyes partially squinted once his shit eating grin grew.
"I love you more than anyone,"
A scoff pushed past Simon's lips almost as soon as the words left Monty's mouth. "Right." There was no way that Monty could mean such a thing; it was most likely a ruse to get Simon to admit something he was not ready to. Monty robbed banks and was probably a conman, and he did a lot of annoying shit that pissed Simon off. But there was an inkling of hope that maybe Monty wasn't pretending.
"If you mean that," Simon began to say, not looking up from the book in his hands, "perhaps you should prove it by taking me out. On a date." His eyes drifted up to meet Monty's and a devious grin spread across his lips. "When I say date, I don't mean to the pub either." Honestly, Simon could have laughed; this situation was so comical that he barely knew how to handle it.
"You - yer face, I like it."
"I can't disagree with you there."
"Look at those little cheeks of yers!" Monty shrieks as he takes to pinching both.
Indy flailed and tried to get away from the unexpected and slightly off-putting attention. “Ow! Stop it! What are you doing?”