what's wrong with my sweater?

How could this guy be that blunt? What was he supposed to say to that?! How was he supposed to say no? The other was, without wanting to sound narcissistic, all Lance was attracted to.

“I…uhm…I mean…why not? I just…” The squeeze made his blush even harder, eyes darting up to the other as he covered his face with the papers. “I…can you promise me something?”

While he wouldn’t force himself on the cutie, he would be very disappointed if he said no.. especially when he was so clearly eyeing him like that, wanting him, attracted to him. But- oh, he was saying yes, how fun! 

Boots clacking against the wooded floors, Proton headed down the hall, towards his office- before he reached it though, a certain small grunt was wandering the halls with a stack of paperwork, looking very much lost. Oh, what a shame.. perhaps he should help him out. 

“Y-you can call me Blade. It might not be my actual name, but it´s one I go by until I know someone better…S-sorry…”

Oh god, the other was really close, and he looked incredibly attractive, from his sheer size, over the slight stubble of facial hair, down to the very persistent and clear air of danger surrounding him. Why was that always the kind of person he was drawn to…

Blade, like his knives, he would assume. Cute, yet again. Oh, he was going to eat this man alive. “Oh, I don’t mind~ Did you name yourself after the knives you carry? How charming.. you really are a cute little thing.” Ever-growing grin still present, his free hand went to his cheeks, gently pinching the pale cheeks. Completely smooth.. not unlike his own.

His cheeks burned a bright red as he accidentally crumpled the paper in his hand, startled by the approach. Shit, he shouldn´t have stared that obviously, but how could he not? "I...I...h-hi. You´re tall. That´s...new...for me. You know...because most other 'me' are short."

Ohh, he was right! That was just precious, a little lookalike admiring him... this could be fun- he looked like fun. “It’s that uncommon, hm? That is a shame. You like tall men, cutie? Haven’t met a double before.. how lucky you are to be the first one.”

It was only a matter of time before Proton noticed the shorter man staring at him- in awe, shock, he couldn’t quite pinpoint what. Curiosity peaked, he approached, cocking an eyebrow at his double. Huh… he was so short. “You want somethin’? I saw you staring.”

Oh, Proton knew exactly what that fucking thing was- it was the second time this week the bastard’s disgusting rat had gotten into his quarters, and it was only a matter of time before he killed the thing. Pokeball in hand, he sent out Eldrich, plugging his nose as he pointed at the large lump moving beneath his bed. 

The dog grimaced as it crawled under the executive’s bed, taking the large rat by the scruff and earning a high-pitch shriek of protest as it pulled the creature out from under the bed. Turning his nose up at the site, Proton pulled out his phone, sending a few texts.

[txt]: Your disgusting rat got into my room again.