✷ 𝄃 𝄃 𝄂 𝄂 𝄃 @stake2heart -> ⁽ 𝓑UFFY ₎ .ᐟ ཋ -> 🐺 ˚₊‧ -> ⁽ [S] wrestles [R] & straddles them after a brief chase. ₎
𝓣HUMP, 𝓣HUMP, 𝓣HUMP — the floor trembles under rapid footsteps, neighbors below likely glaring towards the heavens with pure hatred. maintaining their peace is the furthest thing from wells' mind, boy far too invested in keeping the sleek pink case in his fist away from the vicious blonde on his heel. stupid, smarmy grin hasn't wavered an inch — lips drawn up over sharp canines, eyes wide & dilated with adrenaline. they bear wildly into buffy from across his messy sofa, this the only obstacle sealing some distance between them. slowly, feet cross one another ( ... ) a tense rotation around the furniture. ❛ heh — hey, we can talk this out, huh ? ❜ it might be more convincing if he'd dropped the shiteating grin, or hadn't accentuated the proposal with a cheeky flash of buffy's earbuds case. when she dives forwards, a noise of surprise & glee escapes him; wells scrambling onto couch cushions & throwing themself over the back. she's inevitably close behind, wells' mind racing to lay out each path in real time. it's only by the time he's crashed into the bedroom that he realizes this was the bad choice ; furniture too cramped to circle back to the open ... ( there's a click as it seals behind buffy. ) ... door. fist tightens around the earbuds, intent to turn towards buffy foiled by the sudden onset of her weight pushing them down to the carpet. an honest - to - god yelp escapes them, unable to stifle their own gasping laughter as wells fights to keep the case out of her reach. fist tucks under his back, their combined weights pinning buffy's treasure firmly away from her grasp. ❛ — what's the move, summers ? ❜ he poses cheekily between panted breaths, face flushed crimson with more than just exertion.
