still a kid

you palm tree nexk ass slurpy straw lookin neck ass

“DONE. I’ve beaten you to the punch. Clearly you’ve never heard the stories about me and Little~ How would you like a little takeover scheme, ey? All the area around my apartment, covered in plants, giant ones. Maybe even a few brainwashed people. Depends on how I feel.” 

“As nice as it would be to feel my blood seep out along with my life and probably my will to live, I have plans. Sorry.”

“Those plans better not involve my plants or my apartment - or I swear you’ll end up as fertilizer.”

“Ah, fertilizer. Death bringing upon new life.”

“How about if I bind you up in thorny vines, easing them progressively tighter around you until they dig deep into your skin, and slowly bleed you out?”

“As nice as it would be to feel my blood seep out along with my life and probably my will to live, I have plans. Sorry.”

“Miles,” the boy said, “Miles Archer. You just moved in?”

“No, I’m visiting. My name’s Alfendi Layton.”

“Heh,” Miles grinned, “Cool. You play soccer?” He held up the soccer ball.

“Yes, I can, but I don’t..”

You have some weird kinks mister.

“It’s not a kink it’s a death threat. Both those plants are very poisonous and I have plenty of samples of both.”

Sorry, I’m just not into stuffing.

“You’re certainly into flirting with death. Perhaps I should tell one of the alternate Laytons who actually gives a damn that you’ve got a thing for antagonizing the madman.”

“Well, I’m going to find that little sprout now.”