⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀johnny can't blame pyro for assuming, that he'd be no different than any other. he is a rich playboy afterall, a womanizer, somebody who's never satisfied and never settles.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀it does hurt, just a little, but he doesn't blame him. he wouldn't date +
" relax — the whole place is weird." st. john suggests.
strides continue, grass melts away into cement as they begin through town. its quiet- for now, in the backstreets of new york.
"they tend to do that." +
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀somehow, johnny holds off on laughing louder than a wheeze until they're finally away from the mansion, wandering through open grass now.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"uh, yeah, weird boarding school. not like .. weird in the offensive way," he corrects himself, "weird in the–" +
or hostility in john's voice. i'm fact, there might've been a tinge of amusement. because even if that was what the storm - sibling was going to say, john probably would have found it a bit funny; how +
amber gaze lingers, perhaps a little too long, at brims. snap out of it allerdyce! or so says the voice in his head & instantaneously attention dart back up at azure optics.
teeth flash in a grin. +
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀slightly shy, he crouches down closer to st. john's level, still clinging to the other boy's hand. the adrenaline thrill of this heist running through his veins made him feel untouchable.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"like .. ugh, i dunno. you make it so easy for me to +
"to fuck with you." it insists.
silence falls as the pair sneak down corridors.
one window escape later; john waits until they're a safe distance away — out if immediate earshot — before raising his voice again. +