with @thingonc & continued from here!
As if the atrocious moniker wasn’t enough, Seven had to pour salt into the wound of humiliation ( not completely unexpected, yet still just as undesirable all the same ). The teasing kisses pressed to Zen’s face only served to bring a heat flushing along his cheekbones, made all the more severe due to his complexion. If he were predisposed to believe in the theory of reincarnation, he might wonder who he might have fucked over in a previous life to end up on the receiving end of one of Seven’s high-jinks.
A well-aimed scowl was directed in Seven’s general vicinity. “It wasn’t a fucking date! I didn’t know it was you!” He failed to understand his own instantaneous desire to defend himself, although he pursued it all the same; it would merely give Seven further ammunition. “There can’t be a next date if there wasn’t a first one. God!” Zen ran a hand viciously through his hair, as though he might scrub any indication of an evening out with Seven Mary Vanderwood from his very person. If only.
“Why do you even have dresses lying around? Do you trick other people, too, or am I special?” Air quotes were applied around the last word, the inquiry iterated through the clenched teeth of embarrassment.