fatedstories:
“HAH!?” he grabbed the man’s shirt and pulls him down to his level. “you’re the epitome of bullshit! there!” but he doesn’t let go. “and reminder that you’re this pipsqueak’s bitch.”
“ awe, now don’t go stroking my ego now, “ he chuckles, tone playful, as he comes down to face level with the blonde. At your comment, he can only laugh, crimson hues flashing mischievously. “ oh am I now? I don’t remember that, you may need to remind me.”












