[•𝑅𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓎]

*leans back against the counter, crossing his arms to match her* Your mom? *laughs* Princess, if she knew half the things I wanted to do to you in her kitchen... *his eyes glint with mischief* Well, let's just say dishes would be the least of our problems

*laughs* Hey! *tries to grab the plate* those are mine, idiot

*holds plate higher* Come get them, princess.

*climbs onto him, reaching for the plate* Give them back! *grins* or I'll tickle you, idiot

*His smirk softens as he leans in, his breath warm against your ear.* Good boy. *He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes.* You like being my good boy, Zaf?

*wanders the mall aimlessly, hood up, eyes scanning desperately* There. *freezes, spotting you through the crowd with ice cream* No... *steps back, heart hammering* You look... happy. Without me. *clenches fists, blood from healing knuckles staining his pockets*

*texts back* Loud, huh? Maybe you should come over and teach me some manners, sweetheart. *pauses* Or I could show you how loud we can be together.