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                                         ❝ Love, Hate                           Play this game of give and take                                          won't stay, we all make mistakes                                                            I'll say. What a wonderful escape.     The melody pierced the silence throughout the broad confinements of the store. Not once did the male avert his eyes from the rows on rows of shoes in front of him, full focus on each and every one. He found himself intrigued in every aspect. Detail, design, skin, color.  It wasn't until a gentle shove was given to his side that his attention tore from the subject, chocolate hue's giving a narrowed glance to the petite female who appeared to have quite a handful. Coral tiers parted slightly, but caught in silence as she smiled, stringing together words of apology in which he returned with a simple nod of his head.     It was safe to say that they had a pretty wide variety of shoes and all of them nice, but still he hadn't found what he was looking for. There wasn't exactly familiarity in the store either as he poked his head around, letting his curiosity lead him to a flight of stairs. To his convenience the second floor of Say Yoshi was a manifestation of shoes. Quite an amendment to the selection on the lower floor. A wide smile dressed his lips as he reached forward excitedly, letting his fingers tread lightly across a pair of Nikes. Hooking his fingers to the inside he lifted them to admire silently, emitting a slow nod of approval.      And as if on queque, the same feminine tone that he'd come across before had withdrawn him from his thoughts, giving her opinion on the sneakers in hand. He looked down to study her feet in which she clicked together, warming up to the underlying bubble and amusement in her tone. It was rare that any stranger could evoke a genuine smile from the male, but sneaker talk was one way to do it. He raised his gaze to meet her eye to eye. "A sneakerhead? I'm something like that.."       If you asked most people what the first thing they noticed when they looked at a person was, many of them would give every answer that deceived the truth. Cyrus would tell anyone straight up, that appearance was the most of it. Not that it was anything important, but he was quick to spot beauty, and the young lady was the epitome of just that. Beauty. He found it aesthetic the way plush rose painted lips complimented the light tint in her cheeks, brown locks grazing her shoulders, and her eyes were striking. A complimentary shade of brown which beamed a luminescent haze in lights reflection.       His silent analysation had come to a short cease when the female had removed herself from his view, grabbing a box and pulling out a fine set of Adidas which yanked at his attention, hands subconsciously rubbing together as he wet his lips. He grabbed hold of the shoes a little too eagerly, studying them as he gave a quick half witted reply. "Trust me, I could rock anything and everything. I'd do 'em good." He maintained his content grin turning his head to face her once more as she gave her name. "Yoshi?" He repeated the name. Half an attempt at memorization and another half a short analysis. Cute. It fit her. "I'm Cyrus, and don't worry too much I think you've been a good enough help already."

And maybe he should have known. He should have known the moment the scent of her perfume became suffocating, leaving pieces of her like burns beneath pale blood ridden skin, and the back of his throat aches. It remembers the way she breathed her name like a poison into his mouth and he let her because there was something captivating about the way deceitful lips tugged at the strings of his heart within every length they raised to smile at him leaving him paralyzed and struggling to resist. They say she was like a song, and like a song she was. Her melody now echoed beneath his chest replacing his steady heartbeat with a fluttering rhythm. One that flowed too fast for comfort and the thickness of his head weighed heavily against his shoulders due to heavy intoxication. It didn’t matter the amount of liquor, because no matter what she would still be there and his heart would throb at the remembrance of her slender fingers in which traced the outline his spine, and he would tremble when he remembered the way her hands felt cupped around his ear and her whispers became sinful lyrics that couldn’t seem to flee the confinements of his mind. She was a bad tune. She was bad news. A lesson to always tread with caution. His knee’s knit together in her presence and he fell slave to the girl with many facades.

#a big gay with a little dick  Keep lying telling everyone I've got a little dick, and I'll keep lying telling everyone that I don't love you, and your feet stink.

Don’t sass me, you dweeb. (/leans back to consider you for a moment before he shakes his head.) Nah. Still cookie dough.

I've become not only cookie dough, but a dweeb as well. How about I call you a nuisance...? ( `quirks a brow, lips twitching upwards into a small smile showing pride in his newly found nickname for you; ) Yeah... Yeah that'll work. 

Sure. (/squints at you, reaching up to pinch your cheek.) I said "he's as cute as cookie dough."

Uh huh, ( `nods his head slowly in a sarcastic manner, a small flinch at the unexpected touch causing him to instinctively swat your hands away; ) Sure it’s what you said. As cookie dough though? I wouldn’t go that far.. I’m as cute as a kitchen spatula probably. 

(/simply stares up at you in return with a blank expression, lips pursing in disapproval as he slowly and carefully speaks, half-shouting with each deliberate enunciation.) Did…You…Hear…The…Joke….? Should…I…Say….It…..Again?………(/mumbles under his breath.) Maybe he’s just slow.

( `his brows knit together now, slight frustration clouding his expression; ) I'm... I'm not dumb, i heard the joke. Just didn't find it all that amusin'.  ( `his eyes narrow further until they're barely visible now; ) What'd you just say?