forum "Ugh- Stop biting that god damn lip of yours already!" (OxO) (GaY-) (Closed; feel free to stalk.)

Started October 08, 2020 by @lxvender_darling language

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(k-)

Connor kept feeling around for his eyepatch, but when he couldn't find it, he just gave up and stared at the ceiling.

Mason whined, rolling on top of Connor and nuzzling his chest, whimpering softly.

Connor blushed slightly, then smiled and fell back asleep.

(sorry that took so long- i was opening a rp in the fandom world discussion-)

(its all good qwq-)
Mason purred softly, not intending too.

Connor remained asleep for an hour or two, then suddenly woke up again. He felt his eye, having forgotten that he couldn't find his eyepatch. He didn't dare move in an attempt to find it- instead, he just decided to lay there.

Mason snuggled underneath his shirt, curled in a ball- he was really short, so he looked like a child- literally.

Connor just kept laying still, making sure he didn't wake Mason up. He looked peaceful- Connor didn't want to mess that up.

Mason moved his head under Connor's chin, purring softly.

Connor blushed again, but tried his best not to mind it- He just continued to lay still, staying silent.

Mason suddenly woke up, before feeling something… warm on his chest. He looked up at Connor, before freezing and blushing.

Connor didn't notice Mason wake up since he was now staring at the ceiling, holding his hand over his empty eyesocket where his eyepatch should've been. But, clearly, he can't cover it up because he went and loSt his eyepatch.

Mason kissed his chin softly, flustered. "What are you doing?" He whispered.

Connor shivered quickly, slightly startled. "I- Well, I don't know actually." he replied.

Mason rested his chin on his collarbone.
"Why are you staring at the ceiling like a crackhead-?

"i just told you i don't fucking know" he huffed, averting his eye away from Mason.

Mason huffed, before literally biting the sir. He didn't know why- he just did-

Connor didn't seem to have a reaction. He just had this,,, blank look on his face.

Mason groaned, rolling over to where his back was facing his, and yes, he was still under Connor's shirt as he looked up at him, before snickering. "You look like Mike Wazowski…" he held in a laugh- he suddenly was acting like a crackhead. Was this an aftershock of alochol-?

Connor knew that if he reacted, this would just get worse, so he kept a blank expression on his face. Though, he had never heard someone call him Mike Wazowski before, and he wanted to laugh,,, kinda-

(mIke wAzOwSkIIiiI-)
Mason snorted, not intending too- I think he was high, or the alochol got to him.
"MiKeeEEEEeeeeE wAzOwSkIIi-" He laughed his ass off, before snorting.
(okay- masons maturity level just went back to the feetus-)