Yanks hand back, glaring at him. "..." Scoffs, then crosses his arms. "...You win. Fine."

"Absolutely not. I don't 'love' anyone but myself. You should take care not to get too into your head about it. It'd be sad if you broke your own heart." Stone faced, Absolutely unreadable expression. ...He turns his head away from North, irritated.

"If you want me to shut up, you have to make me. That's how this game works, right?" He leans back onto his elbows, smirking down at Midas. "I love looking at men from this angle," he spoke in a voice even lower than his normally deep one, a shit-eating grin decorating his face.

"Whore." He turns back, hands on his hips now. "We have an amazing understanding, then."

Not Dromien's fault he's handing it out for free—

"Good. Pick your reward before I change my mind."

//Dromien: "I don't fall in love." North: "Me either!" Dromien: "Good!" North: "Good!" Narrator:

Dromien held out his hand without much resistance, an eyebrow raised.

//I don't think I've mentioned this yet but Dromien's accent is the gross between a French and German accent ✨️

Dromien glances at their hands, then looks back at North. "...If you're going to be my shadow today, be warned it's going to be boring until later tonight. I have paperwork I need to finish."

Powerbottom Supremacy.

On the ground now, he raised an eyebrow at the other. He seemed... eerily calm, almost bored.

//I'M BACK BITCHES