brrattty:
Em had that effect on people, didn’t she?
The grin that plasters itself on her face is mischief personified. Poor, innocent Airin. “Your dick,” She says, careful to point a playful, waggling finger towards the general direction of his junk, “Wet.”
“Son, Imma get you laid out... Like a buffet.” What the fuck is she even saying anymore? “Because that’s what bros do.“
Whether or not she had that effect or not, didn’t matter to Airin in the slightest– or did it?? Careful eyes watched her mischievous expression grow. As her inappropriate words poured from her mouth his body TENSED. The rosiness of his cheeks reached to the tips of his ears, and he wanted to die.
“ My… ” What did people say to get out of these sorts of situations? “ My mom called and said I’m not allowed to, to hang out with you anymore. ”
Sweet, sweet Airin. His bashful reaction is the only thing really driving her at this point. She steps forward, up on the toes--- bastard’s actually, really tall in person--- to attempt at hooking her arm around his shoulders. Succeeds only in tripping herself.
“Airin,” she says, a laugh on the tongue, “Buddy. Pal.”
“You spot me the prettiest, young thing and I’ll get right to schmoozin’. Only the best for one of my bestest friends!”
