𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ! ᥫ᭡ this to plot a connection with chris. ↻ to spread

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ! ᥫ᭡ this to plot a romantic connection between chris and your muse, chris is bisexual. may be selective, heavily chemistry based. ↻ to spread.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ! ᥫ᭡ this for a gif starter. ↻ to spread.

he’s back.

he’s at the beach. if you need him, don’t.

he’s immediately groaning. “dont you have a job to do or somethin’?” his eyes are staying shut, maybe if he doesn’t look, the pilot will leave.

oh, that’s so sad. chris couldn’t care less.

“ can’t you bother literally anyone else? ” he’s groaning, lifting sunglasses off eyes to glare at the other.

no, he’s good!

And watch Chris leave.

“bradley, go away.” the male wasn’t even trying to get away quickly, he was already annoyed.

“ but you should.” still glaring. “this is why i hate being here.” eyes rolling now as he was dusting sand off of himself.

deep breaths, christopher, deep breaths. “ yeah , it is.” he’s standing now, his hands rubbing the sand off. “he’s part of the problem too.”

the male’s glare didn’t falter. arms crossing. “ah , the good ole forget there’s a person walking the earth that looks ( just ) like me.” instincts took over and a hand moved to catch the ball. “because that solves this?”

there’s a pause. then the shaking off of his hand. “we don’t need to do that.”

he’s tossing the ball up and down in his hands. totally a reflex. “there’s nothing going on. just don’t feel like dealin’ with him.” there’s a hesitation before he’s throwing the ball back to the blonde, almost mad at himself for the action.

chris laughed and shook his head. “there’s not. so why don’t you run back to your little pilot thing, and leave me alone.”

“ha. funny. sure. you need to learn how to give up.” arms settled against his chest, crossed. a smirk pulling on lips.