>>Vincent<<

*I deepen the kiss, one hand tangling in your hair to hold you in place, a low groan rumbling in my chest.* You taste so much better when you're not talking.

*His smirk widens, his eyes darkening.* Oh, I will. *He leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers.* But you might not be able to walk after.

*narrows eyes, clutching the towel tighter* I'll tell everyone about that time you cried watching The Lion King!

*eyes widen for a split second before narrowing dangerously* You wouldn't dare. *takes a step closer, voice dropping lower* Besides, who do you think's gonna believe the word of some towel-clad moron over me?

*takes a defiant step forward despite still being on the floor* Oh please, I have video proof saved to my phone!

*you hear a loud scream from the bathroom*

*he laughs loudly* "HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

*you can't make out what he's saying because of how loud he's laughing*

*opens door wider* Not convincing enough. Try again with less attitude.

*narrows eyes* What do you want from me?

Hmm... *taps chin* How about you make me breakfast tomorrow?

I don’t wanna risk dropping my towel :(

*A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face.* Oh? *He leans a little further into the room, his eyes twinkling with malice.* Now that sounds like a problem for you, not for me.

WHAT

*My eyes narrow, a humorless smirk touching my lips.* At least my room doesn't smell like failure and cheap incense. *My voice is a low, cutting drawl.* Have fun in your little hippy den.