chuuya.

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oh, fuck. no swearing. there's kids–

why the fuck am i an idiot for this bitch.

“ ... do you know what the word 'decency' means, brainlet? ” he didn't, but that's beside the point. “ i don't wanna see a damn thing– especially not from you. ”

“ why wouldn't you want to? it's the only thing you're particularly good at. ” the male's gaze is sharp, his temper already shot to hell and back. “ fuckin' phd in turning tail, nothing else. ”

well, the phone kind of shattered with how tight his grip became immediately after her words. “ you really oughta get lost. ”

dialing four-eyes' number, just a sec. “ ain't putting up with your shit today. ”

“ if you don't shut the hell up... ”

flipping her the bird. oh.

... ugh. “ no, bastard. keep dreaming. ”

“ damn shame, ain't it. need help? ”

“ ... dumbass. ” the ginger's coat was thrown over her, footsteps leading him away and into the bathroom for a shower.

and just how long has she been doing this for? he'd been out the country for months.

... he could've killed the bastard in her sleep after breaking in. she's / kinda / cute when resting, though.

“ it's a contrast to yours, bum. ”

“ that's the same thing as being broke, which i'm not. ”

if chuuya can make an exception and speak two inch dick for kou, he can put the effort in too, ah? get fuckin' slammed as the ginger lands on / and / steps on him like he's a carpet, grinding shoes onto the man's spine, “ hah? ya don't even make a nice cushion. figures. ”

osamu? never heard of her.

ever had his guts turned inside out? lady gaga got about twenty-five seconds until chuuya comes down and leaves him looking like chewed gum on the asphalt.

“ ... you're outta your mind. huh, more than usual. anyway. ”