❝ terminal velocity.

an amused and soft giggle, will be his only response before he’s mimicking the other’s actions with raised brows and a smirk of his own.

❝ that sounds a lot like something they’d print on a twilight shirt. —— oh, how i love it when you talk edward cullen to me, baby. ❞

he chuckles, leaning down to brush plump petals across the shell of the male's ear, teeth being bared only slightly to capture the lobe between them ; the soft tug being made with the aim to tease, voice dropping to a whisper quickly, his own words being one's that are evidently mocking the franchise mentioned.

    ❝ Nah, I doubt it. ❞ Even if he did have several secrets stored that  he’d never told, being accused of being unable to lie, seemed sneaky in his book since he technically was fairly good. Logic wasn’t his strong suit. He didn’t  think he’d ever actually sit on his lap, assuming it was a joke but either way he admired his guts nonetheless. He continues to smile,  despite how weak and faux it was —Not because of the  stranger, he was fairly different to other people he’d  encountered but that wasn’t a bad thing at all.                ❝ Two names? Are you an agent or something?          Ah, you’re one of those are you? Sure, pleasure all mine. ❞

❝ Something's wrong. ❞

It doesn't stand as a question, but rather a statement, and now that he's closer he's able to pick up on the fine details a little clearer, and he's shifting backwards enough that he can observe the male with ease. For a moment, he presses a hand to Archie's forehead, pulling backwards quickly with a sigh. However, his lips curl into a small smile at that, shifting on his lap.