☯ DORIAN ☯

Okay, so I kinda went and did something… It’s a little big. Very different to what I’m used to. I just uh… Are you ready for me to let you see?

“Honestly not sure if I’m ready, but.... ugh. Go on then. You’ve got me curious now.”

Hey, nah. Fuck you, man.

“See? Told you you started it. You being rude is how we got here in the first place.”

And now I’m being the adult and stopping it.

“Give the kid an award! She’s finally learning how to be a grown up.”

Okay. Stop being a child.

“Says the one who started it.”

Sarcasm, Dorian. You might’ve heard of it?

“No, never.”

No, never.

“It’s alright. You just leave the fun stuff to grown ups, okay?”

It’s okay. You just leave the fun to the grown ups, okay?

“Sarcasm, Scout. You might have heard of it?”

Sarcasm, Dorian. You might’ve heard of it?

“No, never.”

No, never.

“It’s alright. You just leave the fun stuff to grown ups, okay?”

“And next time you better think twice before breaking into my room and attempting to steal my stash, got it?” Jax spat before throwing the guy head first against the wall. “Dumbass, ” he muttered under his breath, cracking his knuckles, completely ignoring the person standing there watching.

Hearing the sounds of some kind of disagreement, Dorian had let her curiousity get the best of her and peeked around the corner to see what was going on. Witnessing a guy get his head slammed into a wall wasn’t exactly what she’d been expecting and, frozen in place, she wondered whether it’d be better to turn around and pretend she’d seen nothing, or run screaming. Australia was terrifying. “That... that was really aggressive, you know.”

Didn’t realise my post-sex habits keep you up at night.

“Sarcasm, Scout. You might’ve heard of it?”

Nah, I wash my mouth out afterwards. We good.

“Glad we’ve established that. I can rest easy at night now.”

Probably, but not because of the swears. If you know what I mean.

"I’ve got 99 problems, but your poor oral hygiene ain’t one.”

Hey, no, fuck you, man.

“You need to wash your mouth out with soap.”

No need to be fucking rude.

“Mind your fucking language, young lady.”

Tessa: :( Why do you want me to die?

Wes: what are...fuckboys?

Wes: they sound needy