@fyresmmr have to realise how dangerous this sort've thing is. i'm forty-five years old——i could 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 hurt you. and a 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 thing like you would break."
gaze falls, sizing the small girl up——so young, so 𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗹𝗲. "and what gives you the impression i'd be into this?"
@fyresmmr he hopes he never has a 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿, lips purse in consideration——only to curse himself for even considering such a proposal microseconds later.
"l͟o͟o͟k, kid. you seem like 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 the catch——and i'm sure you'll make some kid your age very happy some day. but you [++]
@fyresmmr this to you? some sort of 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 at your parents or something? you can't be older than.. what? fifteen?" sitting up, scratching at his salt and pepper stubble.
@fyresmmr too 𝘰𝘭𝘥 to entertain her little fit, eyeroll followed by a facepalm, pushing against his features. "even a guy with a reputation like mine has his limits, kid." her annoyance clearly visible on the little glare she's giving him——this is why he never had kids.
"what i͟s [++]
@fyresmmr "you t͟h͟i͟n͟k a little 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙚 is enough to get me to lose all self control, kid?" a scoff, sitting up. "i've endured f͟a͟r greater temptations than a child playing grown up." she's cute, sure——but at the end of the day she's still just a kid.
"big w͟h͟o͟o͟p, [++]
@fyresmmr features tense, not having it. “do your parents know you’re this f͟u͟l͟l of shit?” resisting this time——once again shoving her foot away from his growing size.
“and besides——are you even 𝗼𝗹𝗱 enough to know what it i͟s exactly you’re doing?”
@revengeotic the overgrown boy’s gaze 𝐬hi͟fts to her slick, 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗱 hand, her cheek rested against his swollen head——large hands move to wipe the crimson; as if silently asking what happened.
@revengeotic 𝐭owe͟ring over her small frame, yet there’s not even a hint of malice in his body language; sinking to kneel in front of her, large hands firm on her shoulders——cheek nestled against her chest.