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❝          oh ,     come  on ,     don’t  be  like  that .          we’ve  had  our  fun ,     haven’t  we ,     solo ?          ❞

      “ There’s also something called escaping. “

           ❝ You’re right, ❞ he shrugged, before pulling himself off of the tiny couch. It gave him great pleasure, towering over him like so -—– and pressing a finger into his shoulder blade.      

       ❝ No one does. Well, except for those with embarrassingly tragic ones. Like yourself. Gershwin.❞ A hand crept behind Solo, ruffling the smoothed hair in the opposite direction. He chuckled to himself as he passed him by, pretending to place his interest elsewhere. Just to season the burn.       

@unclesolo​ 

“That name’s been purged from my files.” 

Napoleon resisted the urge to smooth his hair back for all but two seconds. Just like his hated middle name, there were certain details that he just could not stand to not try to fix.

      “ – Aren’t you? “