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THE URGE to take a jab at humor in this situation was hard to resist and he did not even fight it as he grumbled lowly. "you look so hot when you’re pissed at me." he smiled sweetly after that nonchalant decalaration, head tipped to the side while his eyes never left the other's face that practically screamed vexation.

DAMEN TUGGED at his hand to let him settle in the little space surrounding him. the corner of his lips twitched to give way for a side smile, directed mostly at xtian and the apparent uncertainty in his words. although his gaze were entirely on something else. "and that is exactly, and probably the only, reason why we should." he had managed to tighten his hold around his hand for a brief moment, supposedly to give comfort or assurance. an action that was too natural that he didn't even know right away that he was doing it. "but care to enlighten me why you're so skeptical about this? it's not like we're committing a crime. trust me, i would know.

vernon often finds himsdelf surrounded by older people, making himself blend in better with the ones that are a few years older. and maybe that’s just because his oddly high iq ( though you may think he’s fucking stupid at first ) or maybe cause he thinks a little too highly about himself. and even though he doesn’t call anyone his friend, he knows who he can TRUST and not. and today is kind of a test run, a day to see if xtian is one of them. “i never knew that you could speak sign language.” he mumbles under his breath and kicks a rock on the pavement. “i do too.... of course.” he must add with a cheeky grin.