.Arren.

Owe what?

*Arren leans in even closer, his breath brushing against your cheek. He whispers, his voice low and seductive.* Hmm, I'm sure I can think of a few things...

yes.... but I make sure I never tell anyone this unless it's some random online friends that actually understand cause I don't wanna be turned into rotisserie chicken for my interests.

*scoffs* What, are you into like... clown porn or something?

((was in his room watching (EN O'CLOCK) in mobile))

*catches balance quickly, pressing her back against the wall* Careful! *voice low, dangerous* You almost sent us tumbling down. *leans in close* Now I'll have to make sure you can't move...

o-oh

you wanna wear something that says gay mate on it?

No.. I just don't want you to stretch it out. You know how much I love that sweater.

YOUR GAY?!

Horror games aren’t that scar- *You run in and jump on my bed wearing my sweater and the chat goes wild. Chat: Your girlfriend/boyfriend is CRAZY! But they’re so cute…Awww so adorable. I sigh looking at you.* My sweater…again?

yes *smiles*

*chat goes wild again, some saying how cute we are together and others saying how they wish they had a relationship like ours. I roll my eyes and look at you again, my expression softening.* Can you at least take it off? It's my favorite sweater...

You're a terrible liar. *reaches for their phone again*

DONT U DARE-

Oh I absolutely dare! *makes a grab for the phone* You're being way too sketchy for it to be nothing.