ᴱᴸᴵᵀᴱ 𝖧𝖸𝖡𝖱𝖨𝖣.

i’m not a violent dog. i don’t know why i bite.

neither … with your words, ty — -

threaten them ?

and why not ??

“ just check my closet out, it'll speak for itself. ” he scans over the other's outfit once more, a brow of amusement lifting. “ do you not own a shirt or something? ”

cue a huffed chuckle. “ don't judge what you can't afford, pretty boy. ”

oh, i understand. i dress pretty good if i do say so myself.

kinky. to think—this all came about over a bad fashion choice.

y'know what... i agree with that. woah man, sounds like you just want to show off your ass if you ask me.

hmm, good to know. let me know if you want me to put in a good word or whatever. you'd have to change those jeans though.

mhm. that's her. someone got a crush?

unfortunately, lydia rubbed off on me.

someone's getting a head start, i see.

ripped jeans are 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒐𝒐 2016.

hey there's a hole in your jeans, dude.

tell them to stop ??

why ?

finally , the two made eye contact. aware of her presence in the middle of his testosterone filled feud. “ seeing who wins. is that a problem ? ” she asked , a knowing smirk pressed firm to her lips