#henrysport

@nik-miro infected me with the henrysport virus. kys but like kiss yourself

Jack is nothing but a vessel to Henry, a puppet to use and discard. Dave “forgave” Henry for his abuse because he thought it was love. Jack didn’t grow up the same way as Dave did, and would not think it is love. There is nothing romantic made of it. Any praise Henry gives is a means to further bring Jack into his trap, before pushing him over the edge and discarding him like he was nothing.

Have a nice day :)

Old Sport’s expression scrounged up and he opened his mouth- Before being interrupted by the man in pink. “Under no circumstance.” He voiced his own disgust. “I will not permit such a thing. I do not wish to be kissed, especially not by such a useless, hollow husk.” Old Sport had shut his mouth and stared at him, an idea clearly forming in his mind. “… oh? You don’t? Oh, what a tragedy. Too bad for you that the anon asked sooo nicely.” Slowly the man stood up, causing Henry to also stand up and move backwards. “Do not dare.” “Oh? You think I don’t dare? I thought you’d know me better than this!” “Come on, Orange Guy. Do not let them use reverse psychology on you with such ease!” The pair moved, in synchronization. Two steps forward. Tow steps back. “If it upsets you, it’s worth it.” “However, it upsets you EQUALLY!” “Why would you think that?” A slight grin crossed Old Sport’s lip. “Maybe I want to give you a kiss. A little kissie. A kisseroo from me to you~” “Why would you. In that case, something would be seriously wrong with you.” He grit his teeth. Old Sport laughed. “My, my, Henry… you seem nervous! Anxious even!” “I am NOT.” “There is a wall behind you, Henry. You know that, right? You’ve been stepping closer to it, bit by bit. What are you stepping away from, Henryyyyyy?” Glancing behind himself, the Pink Guy hissed. “What is it you want?” “Really, you need to relax… you act like one little kiss will make you fall for me!” “Your smug expression is enough to make me want to kill you.” “But you know you can’t.” “I can make you regret that fact too.” “You have a weird way of flirting, Mr. Miller. But I never minded weird things-” They were now against the wall, Henry’s expression having turned a stubborn form of neutral. Their bodies were similar in height, indeed, so close up their similarities were heightened. Their expressions mirroring one another, the opposite, but the same. Yet their hair was one difference. Henry reached out to catch one of Old Sport’s thick, stubborn and chaotic strands of hair, one of many standing up- Immediately the Orange Guy jumped back, now being the one flustered and insulted. “W-what was that about?!” “… nothing.” Innocently Henry tilted his head. “So? What about the kiss on my cheek? We should get it over, do you not think?” “You… absolute piece of shit. You’re trying to reverse psychology me-“ “It is ‘use’ reverse psychology. Reverse psychology is a concept, not a verb.” “Shut up!” Immediately he stepped closer again staring into Henry’s dark eyes, fury burning in him, sticking to him like spiderwebs. How could this man have turned this around into being the winner once more?! Leaning in, he quickly kissing him on the side of his head. The pink skin was surprisingly smooth, a fact that lingered- While Old Sport furiously rubbed his mouth. Grumpy he glared at the smugly smiling man. “What?” “… your lips are chapped, Old Sport. Next time you want to kiss me, maybe take care of that first…” “I never wanted to kiss you- DAVE! GET OVER HERE!” A tile on the ground shifted to the side and Dave’s face came out of it, followed by the rest of his body simply slithering out the little hole. When he was done, a little applause sounded out of nowhere, and the tile shifted back, as he bowed left and right. Finally he turned to the two. “What’s wrong, Sportsy? Is Henry doin’ someth-“ Taking advantage of the distraction, the Pink Guy moved towards and behind him. “William! Your friend here is being quite bothersome. I would almost want to say I feel uncomfortable around him right now. Please remove him from my general area.” “YOU-“ “… what???” Dave turned to his former friend. “Henry, what are ya talkin’ about.” “I am talking about wanting my privacy! He is your lover, is he not? So take care of it.” “I-“ “Speak to you later.” Leaving the complimentary duo behind, Dave looked between Henry and Old Sport back and forth. “… Old Sport, what the fuck happened?” Still seething, he turned towards the other direction. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s go burn something!” “Sounds good to me!”