Oh hey, look who it is. He spotted @FellowIntrovert, it’s been a minute since he’s seen him. Skip wasn't the malicious sort, but... he couldn't help a little smirk to himself at the thought of Matthew's face going pale as a corpse after... well...
“Yo, —
@FellowIntrovert He brings his shoulders up in a shrug, the smallest of smirks playing at the corner of his lips. His eyes are plastered to the male before him, though, tongue slipping out briefly to wet his lips. “As much as you missed me.” Placing a free hand atop the edge of Matthew's —
@KeymasterPrice ... /Fuck/. Where'd you fucking go? Seems like it's been forever. Please come back so I can punch you in your fucking face for not coming back sooner. You're an asshole, punkpy.
@FellowIntrovert — other's chair. He's determined to do what he was dared to do. But, first...
“... Did you miss me?”
Perhaps he already knows. Perhaps he just wants to hear it, right now, right here, coming from his mouth. Perhaps absence DOES make the heart more undeniably... whipped.
@FellowIntrovert He’s enchanted by the cute reaction, drawn into him like a moth is to a source of light. Which is why he doesn't even wait for Matthew to properly sit down before sliding his chair closer to his, smile in the laziest of curves as he draps an arm on the back of the —
Blinks. Then frowns, mind rapidly processing those words. “Wait, what?” Chin leaves the other's shoulder. “... /Why??/” He sounds plaintive -- frustrated for having been robbed of the chance to improve their relationship somehow. The guy just HAD to move out... Fucking great.
Eyebrow quirk. Brings an arm up and manages to lightly poke him on the cheek, chin not quitting his shoulder. “Prove it.” ... and, after a second, a breathless chuckle ensues.
“Well, spend a little more time at the range.”