he at least cares about them. why not question him about it and see what happens? you have leverage.

you can play the game better than this.

then run it, pussy. he's as paranoid as you. get in his head.

kinda hot when you lie to me

i could get into it. just make sure those curl bounce when you do it.

( huffing in annoyance. ) you're no fuckin' fun. i'm just telling you to scare him. you're over a foot taller than the twink.

who said anything about trusting him?

just quit being a pussy

feeling eyes on him and looking over his shoulder to check his surroundings. he might not know where she is, but he clearly knows someone's there.

"real fancy." rolling his eyes, he'd pull out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and light one up to puff on. "what do you want? watchin' me for somethin'."

humming as he looked her over to gauge whether to trust her or not, he flicked ash onto the ground, tilting his head to the side. "don't mind pretty girls talkin' to me at all." he was still wary, but he'd take the bait and see what played out.

don't tempt me now

not used to pretty boys making me yawn. i didn't realize you were so boring.

i can think of a few ways to warm you up

you don't want my jacket?

you don't know that for sure

( handing it over with a wink. )

you look like a total babe in my jacket

you look good

people are gonna think you're mine when you're dressed like that. especially when you look so /cute./ ( he'd tease, poking the bear a bit too much, but he didn't seem to care. )