COME THIS WAY

     ❝ THIS isn't fair-- ❞  He paused momentarily, fingers running through his hair as a complaint was waiting to spew out his lips; oh, so common but very playful considering who he was talking too. Is he being a quite bit whiny? MAYBE. ❝ I’m always the one coming up here-- this needs a trade-off where you visit me. ❞ He huffed; finger raised and poked the female’s collarbone; judgmentally, maybe but the poke was meant to cause a flinch or a slight bit of pain. He’s not sure if it came across that way though.

    He needs to shut up. Someone needs to duct tape his lips but no one comes to reach it. He’s not even sure why he was talking to the male. Another event, another event. ❝ Can you even win? ❞ A light to the fire, he knows that and his fingers tap and tap against his laps, his hair covering his hair before a smirk twitched to form on his lips. It was something along the lines of encouragement to pure distaste on what the male was doing. Make a back-stabbing worth it at least.

    Acquaintances? That seemed better and it’ll roll off his tongue easier. ❝ You win some, you lose some--right? ❞ He began, his back leaning against the locker-room door before arching an eyebrow at the male. More-like lost a lot more than won anything but those thoughts remained on the tip of his tongue; never to be revealed. ❝ I’m surprised you haven’t gone c r a z y over it yet. ❞

    He doesn’t have to do much; any goal he could have can be attained but now-- It seemed a quiet bit aimless. For a moment, he could think that Devitt was aimless but no, only idiots would think that. He just won’t admit-- the fucking coward that he is. ❝ Cat got your tongue? ❞

    OF course he had watched Wres/tlemania, everyone did anyways. Even those from Japan did and when he was at Japan, he would watch it or at least find a way to watch it. Unavoidable in the locker room and why would he avoid it anyways? It’s fun and he appreciates good wrestling. He might as well congratulate the other for defeating Jericho and winning the title. An achievement in itself. Would he had preferred someone else as the winner? Probably but what he wanted, didn’t matter. ❝ I’m probably the only one to say this but-- job well done. ❞