(ง'̀-'́)ง evil eyes

‘’-- i don’t know better, care to teach me some?’‘ connor retorts, and his brows furrow-- motioning to himself as he attempts to maintain his innocence. ‘‘what half ass look? this happens to be my face, and i feel very attacked.’‘ connor says with a pout, arms folding over his chest as he kicks the covers off of himself. ‘‘happy? i apologize for.. not checking in and being late to the festivities.’‘

he sits up now that she’s finally off of him, back resting against the headboard of his bed. connor shakes his head and stretches, a hand running lazily along his face. ‘’i didn’t go to sleep so late. i’m just-- hungover.. didn’t plan on gettin’ up today, because when i tried to earlier.. it.. was too bright.’’ he mumbles, tilting his head up to look at her with an innocent smile.

dark orbs watch as the blonde moves in, brows raising in amusement-- because he actually finds this all amusing. like he’s playing a game, testing the waters to see how far he could go. connor’s head tilts and he shrugs, eyes rolling at her words now. ‘’you’re my dollface, doll.’’ now it’s like he’s challenging her, his face saying ‘if you’re going to do something, do it.’. connor innocently takes a sip of his drink and sets it back down, giving her a shit-eating grin.

she catches him off guard, and as much as he wants to cuss up a storm about how he wants to sleep, he grumbles as he feels the hands on his shoulders. arguing with mariana on the subject of sleep? connor would definitely lose. so he remains on his back at first, a dark brow raising as a free hand goes to push through his bedhead. ‘’if... y’know, you could.. get-- up... off of me, i can get up?’’

‘‘--OH GOD, YOU GOTTA BE SO LOUD? Come on, Mariana-- I’m up-- I’m up.’‘ He groans, eyes darting around the room as he tries to look around at his surroundings, putting his hand up to shield the light from hitting his eyes.