tcachcr:

–God dammit Robert. You wanna do the do or not?

    NOW YOU’RE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE.

tcachcr:

–I just said that i won’t gonna punch you. Are you… masochist or something?

    i know you’re not. i was kidding. but uh. sure? whatever floats your boat.

tcachcr:

–I was just joking, you know. You want to have sex with me that much so you’d accept me punching you?

    sorta. i’m also just in it for getting punched. gets the blood flowing.
    sex is a plus, though. you seen yourself?

tcachcr:

–So you really want me to smash your face? Only then i’m gonna let you smash me.

    listen. i wanna get punched in the face as much as the next guy. have at it, vega. you aren’t gonna ruin anything pretty.

@tcachcr

    ❝—Feisty.❞

tcachcr:

–I.. didn’t say that i want you to stop?…

Hugo coughed right after that in his fist, turning away once again in embarrassment. Sometimes he doesn’t know what comes out of his mouth, which is not usual of him. Maybe he acts like that only when handsome people around him.

    _{❝You real right now?❞ he would give a light chuckle, rather} SURPRISED _{by Hugo’s response. If} ANYTHING, _{Robert had more-or-less expected him to be the type to} TELL ROBERT TO QUIT. _{After all, a street rat like him would} HAVE _{to be out of a teacher’s league, right? Thin lips pull themselves into a tight grin, scarred fingers raising to rest beneath Hugo’s chin.
    ❝Well, if you don’t want me to stop…❞}

@tcachcr cont. from X.

    THE MAN WOULD SNORT IN AMUSEMENT _{as he pulled back, his own cockiness} OBVIOUSLY _{getting to his head. ❝Shouldn’t say things you can’t own up to, Hugo,❞ Robert responds, as slight delay in his words as he found himself chuckling, analyzing the other’s bewilderment. ❝… If you don’t want me to do it again though, I won’t. I’m a man of my word.❞}