#sockheaded

❝  . . . so, you just— gonna stand there && stare?? ❞ at this point; he should be used to it . . . he’s not, how is he not used to this reaction yet??  Most children were all the same as well, always staring in awe . . . — not that he would normally just let a child GAWK at his appearance . . . well not for too long at least.

“P-tooey! This town ain’t big enough fer the both of us!”

Numbuh 2 flexed his hands near where his SCAMPP gun was holstered at his waist, the toothpick in his mouth now covered with spit from when he’d tried to spit it out but had failed. It was too late for him to be embarrassed about that though, as his mind was still deep into his cowboy persona. It wasn’t often that he indulged in these fantasies (actually, it was all the time), so he was taking advantage of the time. 

Chewing on the toothpick, he raised his head in inch, sunlight gleaming off his goggles, turning his gaze a disturbing shade of white. His brow furrowed, and once more his hand flexed.....

“DRAW!” he barked, whipping the SCAMPP from its holder and firing. His obstacle went down without a fight, though a two-by-four piece of wood with a smiley face drawn on it wasn’t much of an obstacle. Immediately, his face went giddy as he dashed over to the plank of wood. “Alright! A perfect shot! All in a day’s work,” he grinned in a way he hoped was debonaire, twirling the gun around on his finger- only for it to go off with a sudden burst of light and a squeal. Wait, he didn’t squeal.

“Ack! Sorry about that! Old Betsy’s a bit on the frisky side, it seems,” he chuckled nervously, hiding the thing behind his back.

" In School! Are you mad? — Public displays of affection, while all in good nature and… nice are not permitted by the educational system mind you."

Even with all of his blatherings , Eddward had to admit, if only to himself that it was rather nice to have Kevin acknowledging him so freely like this.

“Y-You’ll get us in trouble, Mister.”

Kevin smirked when he heard the other's squeaking protests, laughing soft and warm as he stroked his hands over the Eddward's cheeks. But he couldn't help the roll of his eyes and glanced over his shoulder before looking back at the other.

"The hall's deserted, babe." he pointed out with a smirk, "Plus, come on, it'd just be detention." He murmured, shrugging. "It's not like it'd be the end of the world."

But despite his words, he dropped his hands away from Double-D's cheeks and sighed, shoving his hands into the pockets of his board shorts. "Have it your way." He shrugged nonchalant.