go my griffins posting... fuckgn. amadaeus and nate... whos called danny... because his last name is fucking danielson... also this is based off an actual crazy video of Ammo being really fucking stupid
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Ammo grumbled as Danny leaned against the hallway wall and looked down on him, "You gonna gloat your about your win or…"
"I'm surprised you know what gloat means." There was a small smirk on his face as his lips seemed to quiver from holding back a laugh,
"Just because you guys got the easy, baby questions doesn't mean I don't know anything y'know." Danny was letting out small laughs that Amadeus knew he couldn't stay mad at for long,
"Dude, you didn't know what a prefix was. Or what three times two was." Amadeus leaned in closer with a frown, ignoring the pressure of Danny's hands on his waist,
"Working under pressure is hard, though I'm sure you're such a nerd that you could do all this in your sleep." He purposefully pouts his lip a little and watches as Danny's eyes dart down,
"Probably, though it wouldn't be hard if you're the competition."
"Well," Amadeus slipped his hands into the back pockets of Danny's pants, "Maybe I'll just have to show you what I'm really good at."
"Please don't let it be singing." Their bodies were nearly flush together now, Nate almost caged against the wall in the dimly lit hallway,
"You gotta be nice to me if you wanna find out. Maybe I can serenade you." Ammo can feel the rumble of Danny's chest as he hums,
"I think that can be arranged."
