“Nothing. Yet.”
Jamming the last bit of his pastry into his mouth, he held his opposite hand up to tighten the bandages where the other had fallen a little slack.
“Hell is your deal, anyways? Someone asks you for help on the street ‘n you just walk away real fast?”
“You are. Really and truly.” He replied solemnly. A smile was present on his face, though, never faltering as he teased the other.
After a few moments, he leaned back in to steal another. He wasn’t so easy to fluster when it was on his terms.
Pulling back from the other male with a chuckle, he couldn’t help to find it even more adorable, never had he seen him like this.
❛ Oh I’m dick? Damn. If ya say so. ❜
“You’re mistaken. Y’must have me confused for someone else.” Was his quick response. He couldn’t try denying the slight flush at his neck, though.
Still, Santiago chuckled nice and quiet as he looked at the other fondly. “You dick.”
He couldn’t help to grin, they got flustered. And he couldn’t help to see it as a small victory, the male would inch his face closer to theirs.
❛ Ya seem to be all flustered~ ❜
Ah — now, the sight of the flinch might have given him some perverted pleasure any other time, but now he felt a little bad. For … some reason
So, he exhaled harshly through his nose. “Just grab the fuckin’ tape for me so I can wrap up.”
Huffing and puffing, about time that the kid stopped in his tracks!
A very annoyed Santiago steps directly in front of the redhead, staring down at him with a scowl.
Then, he raises his fist.
Oh my god, please just go away -
He'd already started picking at his nails - a dirty habit.
Jolene stopped; a fight was /not/ what he was looking for. He just wanted to get out of the public, sit with his cat, and watch Sailor Moon.
". . ."
Oh. Well, that was far more pleasant than Santi was expecting.
A fluttering smile began playing at his lips, but he tried not to let it show too much. He hastily bit his lip as if to hide it.
“H-Ha. As if!” He stuttered, clearing his throat.
Narrowing his eyes once more, of course on a fighting stand point. They had a much better advantage than Aaron did. But the goon would pull time in closer, pressing his lips against theirs before pulling back.
❛ That should shut ya up. ❜
Amber eyes are quick to fall into narrowed slits, eyebrows furrowed. There’s no way in hell this kid was walking away, just like that!
With a purposeful huff, he quickly started after. “I’m talkin’ to you!”
'Oh my god he's talking to me,' an internal dialouge.
Whipping on the balls of his feet, the redhead turned promptly and walked opposite the latter.
Clearly, if he walked away there'd be no confrontation.