Arranged, My Ass [Fleur]
Jul 29, 2015 17:14:32 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2015 17:14:32 GMT -5
Maybe Kodi felt just a tad bit guilty that it may have been partially his fault that Gryph had gotten drunk in the first place. But come on, it wasn’t like they drank often! “Good boy,” he grunted with a smile when the older man got some water. “Took some pain meds, right? You’re prob’ly gonna just wanna nap it off.” If this ho-bag wasn’t here, at least. Kodi kept glaring at her.
Fleur wrinkled her nose a little as Gryph went further to explain. ‘Happy gay things’…. Nope, she didn’t need that imagery. Maybe it would be a turn on if they were both hot, but the shorter one looked like an angry raccoon. “Try it sometime?” she spluttered unbelievably. “I’m not…! No, absolutely not.” Fleur averted her eyes awkwardly. “I’ve never tried anything like that.” She was usually a good liar, but not this time. This was all throwing her off-guard. How was she supposed to prepare for this sort of thing? That was another reason why she fled rather than stick around and try to think of a solution under pressure.
No, Kodi wasn’t cool with this, not at all, but he wasn’t going to give the bitch satisfaction in seeing him freak out over something she was so smug about. When she did finally leave, he slumped a little, amusement leaving his face. “I’m super pissed off,” he agreed, still with his arm over Gryph’s shoulders. He snorted at the second part. “Yeah, but I ain’t all emotional and hungover like you.” He turned to give his boyfriend a peck on the cheek before swiveling a little in his chair and snagging a waffle for himself to tear into. Like usual, his teeth sharpened as he ate (it was still a habit he couldn’t quite quit). “You ain’t gonna,” he insisted firmly. “Your dad’s a fuckin’ idiot douchebag, there’s no way this is gonna go anywhere.” At least, he really hoped. Kodi had no idea how these sorts of things worked, but surely no one could force someone else, even their son, to get married against their will, right? “Meh… It ain’t a dream, but I can make it a little sweeter,” he replied leaning over and giving his lover a sticky, syrup-y kiss. He chuckled and leaned back, continuing to eat. “This shit’s really good,” he commented. “How’s your hangover doin’?”
Fleur wrinkled her nose a little as Gryph went further to explain. ‘Happy gay things’…. Nope, she didn’t need that imagery. Maybe it would be a turn on if they were both hot, but the shorter one looked like an angry raccoon. “Try it sometime?” she spluttered unbelievably. “I’m not…! No, absolutely not.” Fleur averted her eyes awkwardly. “I’ve never tried anything like that.” She was usually a good liar, but not this time. This was all throwing her off-guard. How was she supposed to prepare for this sort of thing? That was another reason why she fled rather than stick around and try to think of a solution under pressure.
No, Kodi wasn’t cool with this, not at all, but he wasn’t going to give the bitch satisfaction in seeing him freak out over something she was so smug about. When she did finally leave, he slumped a little, amusement leaving his face. “I’m super pissed off,” he agreed, still with his arm over Gryph’s shoulders. He snorted at the second part. “Yeah, but I ain’t all emotional and hungover like you.” He turned to give his boyfriend a peck on the cheek before swiveling a little in his chair and snagging a waffle for himself to tear into. Like usual, his teeth sharpened as he ate (it was still a habit he couldn’t quite quit). “You ain’t gonna,” he insisted firmly. “Your dad’s a fuckin’ idiot douchebag, there’s no way this is gonna go anywhere.” At least, he really hoped. Kodi had no idea how these sorts of things worked, but surely no one could force someone else, even their son, to get married against their will, right? “Meh… It ain’t a dream, but I can make it a little sweeter,” he replied leaning over and giving his lover a sticky, syrup-y kiss. He chuckled and leaned back, continuing to eat. “This shit’s really good,” he commented. “How’s your hangover doin’?”