Jan 25, 2024
"Hey. Hollywood. You got a staring problem?" October glances up from where he's lacing his skates, rusty stains in white leather despite the brilliant shine of the blades. "If you're waiting for me to pull out some fancy ice ballet moves you're going to be sorely disappointed, I know how to skate thanks to years of letting out my anger on the first unfortunate idiot between me and a hockey puck." He sighs, snapping his fingers in front of Jordan's face. "Hey. Earth to Hollywood. come in Hollywood. The fuck are you doing. I told you after the laundry incident I'm about to start chargin' you an inconvenience fee for being in my personal space. This counts, prettyboy."
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