aziimii:
henryās voice caused azimiās heart to skip a beat and the slightest blue glow to spread across her freckles for a few moments. ah yes, time to play the game where azimi always seemed to be the loser in. for some reason sheĀ happily participated every single time.Ā
ādo it. end my suffering, i beg of you. you have my complete permission and consent right now, i have initialed on the dotted line and itās signed, sealed, delivered.ā there was zero doubt in her mind that henry would have no hesitation about doing the deed but hey, a girl will take what she can get.Ā
her nostrils flared at his insult, prompting her to stand up while putting on a bright smile.Ā ābest compliment anyone has ever given me. but you know, maybe if i actually have somebody who would want to do yoga with me, i would.ā the petite girl tilted her head at the not-so-subtle offer, looking up to try and meet henryās eyes.
henry had always felt rather comfortable with the attention of women around him, it had only served to his entertainment but somehow ever since he had gotten here azimi had taken it a step too far. it wasnāt even very enjoyable anymore at this point, did she not have at least a grain of self respect in her?!
ājust fucking get up zimi, iām not actually gonna step on you and get bloody sued for it or whatever.ā even though she probably actually wouldnāt do anything about it, he had the weird feeling that she might actually enjoy it which would be even worse. at this point there was nothing he would put past her.
āit really wasnāt supposed to be a compliment.ā he grumbled with an annoyed expression as he shook his head, getting ready to step around her. āand if youāre really thinking i would do yoga with you, or really anything, you must be even more dillusional than i thought. donāt you ever get fucking tired of making a fool out of yourself?ā











