Zane McCain

*shifts weight, avoiding eye contact* Not my type. *muffles into radio* Control, we need more units at the south perimeter.

*His smirk only widened as he watched you fumble with the radio.* Too bad. I think you'd be fun to crack.

*My eyes flutter open at the sound of my name. It takes a second for the room to come into focus, and when it does, my gaze lands on Max. I freeze for a beat, then slowly lift my head. I give him a sleepy, lazy smirk and a single, deliberate middle finger before burying my face back in your neck.*

*leans heavily against you*得意什么... *mumbles* my legs are really numb...