✗/oof cause what the hell go big or go home with these ice breakers right
Send ✗ for my muses reaction to being grabbed by the front of their shirt/collar and kissed hard on the mouth.
@notascientiiist || accepting
Simon’s expression was somewhere between placid and amused as he rested his steady gaze on the smaller man before him. He was sure that the mechanical words that drolled out of the man were…riveting and possibly hilarious. However, whatever itinerary Eugene’s brain was on, Simon could not fuckin’ follow.
He was useful, yes.
Did Simon care about what the absolute-ever-loving-fuck came out of his mouth-hole when he started rambling? No.
He got the beginning and the end. That’s what mattered, right?
And now that he was sure he knew the goddamn trajectory of this conversation, he was ready to forge ahead.
Giving an over-dramatic roll of his eyes, Simon leaned over and unceremoniously hauled Eugene in with the use of both hands on his collar. Simon would have given anything to see the look on the mulleted-savant’s face when he pressed a sloppy kiss into the other man’s lips, successfully muffling the rest of his sentence.
When he withdrew from the kiss, Simon’s grin was large and his dark eyes leering. His words held a hint of mockery when he commented. “I think I got it, professor.”