He frowned lightly, his arms sliding around the other with a huff. "Why am I going to puth away the only perthon that giveth a thit about me." He mumbled quietly as he stroked the blonde locks. "Even if you're a whore." Snort.
The blonde pulled away at that, slapping the hand away as he turned around and walked further into the change room. God he was tired of people having the nerve to call him a whore. He didn't care how much of a whore he was, he knew and accepted it. It just got pretty fuckin' annoying after a while when all people seemed to talk about was how much you loved having sex.
Fuck. He knew he said something wrong. He remained silent for a few moments before crossing his arms over his chest. "Thorry." He murmured as he smoothed his own hair back. "I didn't mean to..."
"Yeah, you did." He hissed, pulling off his dirty jumper. Kicking his shoes off he placed his shades on top of the locker. He grabbed a towel, held it around himself and slipped out of his boxers. "Whatever man, insult me all the fuck you want." He snapped walking into the showers, sighing when he felt the hot water hit his sore back.
Sollux frowned but went after the blonde until he was standing in the centre of the room; watching as the blonde turned on the shower for himself. "I didn't mean it though." He stated calmly as he slipped out of his own jumper and tank, fidgeting with his clothes as he slipped in behind the other and curled his arms around him; Those stupid gloves still on. "C'mon, Dave. You called me a freak too." He murmured as he nuzzled into his back. "But I knew you didn't mean it, jutht..." He paused, realizing that he was right up against the blonde, without any clothes. "I'm thorry, Dave..."
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Pretty much; we we're roleplaying DaveSol in a situation where they meet doing community service, which is why Dave was in a jumper.
wweh i suck
