He flicks his hands, flinging an ample amount of mud off onto the ground, and, of fuckin’ course, his new shoes. God, how many demons did he have to summon to afford those ?? Ziya can tell that, amongst the brown sludge coating his freshly-straightened hair, his face is BEETRED, due to the heat seeping into his cheeks like freshly boiled pins-and-needles, and there’s no way in HELL that he’s going to walk away from this without making even more of a fool of himself in front of this ( read - smoking hot ) guy. He really should’ve expected something like this to happen. The Warlock hadn’t thought of grabbing an umbrella before he left to go meet up with his newest client, like an IDIOT.
Rain always seems to tear his parade to shreds.
❝ Some DOUCHEBAG just drove by me in his fancy-shmancy sports car and didn’t take a fucking moment to acknowledge the fact that he isn’t the only person in the whole universe, and now I’m soaked. A hot shower would be PEACHY.Thanks.❞
Of course, the story that came out of the other males mouth is quite amusing to him.However he kept his joy deep down,
even off total drama he had to seem quite charming. It seem’s
like this boy had N O I D E A who he was…which was interes
-ting. ❛My apartment is not far from here mi amigo.❜ The foreigner placed his arm over the muddy males shoulder. The S H I V E R
of getting his hands dirty by even touching the other, made him
just dislike the other E V E N more.
His little habit of biting his lip soon came visible, as he began to walk with this male pressed against his side. It was lucky that he had a lot of matching outfits to w e a r. ❛Let’s hurry && get you out of the cold, no?❜
