Sᴋɪᴘ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs.

♛ — Bʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴍɪɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ sᴘᴇᴀᴋᴇʀs ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʏ.︙Yᴏᴜɴɢ! Sᴋɪᴘ Mᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs–；Sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴛ BA ﹠ ʟᴇᴀᴅ sɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴀ ʀᴏᴄᴋ ʙᴀɴᴅ. ( PARODY. )

[Sᴋɪᴘ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs. @PISSHeadache]

⠀⠀ ❛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ʙᴀʙʏ﹐ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ. ❜

⚘ ⚘

➥ Yᴏᴜɴɢ! Sᴋɪᴘ Mᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs–; ʟɪsrp | mv.
ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀᴇᴅ—ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ.
ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ.
Pʟᴀʏs ɪɴ ᴀ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʙᴀɴᴅ.

[Sᴋɪᴘ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs. @PISSHeadache]

/ wait, who is that?

[Sᴋɪᴘ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs. @PISSHeadache]

@FellowIntrovert — seat, he uses it to hold his weight as he leans closer. “If not a little more.... In fact...”

[Sᴋɪᴘ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs. @PISSHeadache]

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, —

[Sᴋɪᴘ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs. @PISSHeadache]

@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 —

[Sᴋɪᴘ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs. @PISSHeadache]

@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.

[Sᴋɪᴘ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs. @PISSHeadache]

... Wants to try something.

[Sᴋɪᴘ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs. @PISSHeadache]

Pokes @KeymasterPrice.

[Sᴋɪᴘ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs. @PISSHeadache]

@DeIightedHeart wonders where @DeIightedHeart is and how she's doing. every, damn, minute.

[Sᴋɪᴘ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs. @PISSHeadache]

Slender digits push his curls back, head briefly resting into his hand while doing so. Had a little bit too much wine...

[Sᴋɪᴘ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs. @PISSHeadache]

@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.

[Sᴋɪᴘ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs. @PISSHeadache]

@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 —

[Sᴋɪᴘ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs. @PISSHeadache]

... Challenge, accepted.

[Sᴋɪᴘ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs. @PISSHeadache]

😺✏ — ... https://t.co/RtOJyIewDO

[Sᴋɪᴘ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs. @PISSHeadache]

Rises from the dead.

[Sᴋɪᴘ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs. @PISSHeadache]

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.

[Sᴋɪᴘ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs. @PISSHeadache]

.... Wait, seriously? Alright, alright. Promise.

[Sᴋɪᴘ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs. @PISSHeadache]

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.”

[Sᴋɪᴘ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs. @PISSHeadache]

... Just a small peek (?)

[Sᴋɪᴘ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡs. @PISSHeadache]

*Will skip the whole week (?)*

[Mrs Topfenstrudel @MsTopfenstrudel]

I hope you all remember to do your algebra homework.

There will be a pop quiz on one day this week.