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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"do i look like i give a damn about whether you bite me or not?"

Mason huffed. "FiNe- I'll f i g h t you-"

"tRy me-" he said, followed by him zoning out.

Mason huffed- before kneeing him in the g u t - "I won't hEsItate to kick you in the dIck-"

Connor's eye widened and he groaned, holding his stomach. "oWw-" he whined, having forgotten what was going on in the span of a few seconds.

Mason grinned- "HaH-"

Connor just sat there, holding his stomach and groaning in pain.

Mason paused. "Ah- Sorry- that was harsh- Are you alright-?"

"of course i'm not-" he said, leaning his head back, still groaning in pain and holding his stomach.

Mason huffed. "Well, don't test me and that won't happen, doll." He muttered, kissing his head, before getting up and sighing.
He put on a black sweater with a white collar, a pair of light blue skinny jeans, tucked the sweater in those, and put a pair of ankle-high boots which were laced with white laces, and he sighed.

Connor looked around. Damn it, he thought, I still need a change of clothes.

Mason sighed, before walking out and smoking a cigarette.

Connor waited for Mason to walk out before removing his shoes. This revealed something he somehow managed to hide well- a missing leg replaced with a prosthetic one.

(idk how connor is even alive rn- he's missing an eye, has a void in his chest where his heart should be, and he has a prosthetic leg wtf)

(god dAmN-)
Mason sighed, blowing a puff of smoke out of his mouth, smirking a bit to himself. He didn't know why, he just did.

Connor pulled off the prosthetic leg (yes it's one of those) and set it aside, sighing. "Finally…" he said aloud, not realizing he did so.

Mason noticed a taller man, and looked toward at him, before his eyes widened, coughing. "AH! Shit-" He muttered. "Thanks a lot, dick." He muttered, as the man snickered. "Yeah yeah, so- Hows life?" He asked. The man appeared to have black fluffy hair, crystal blue eyes, round framed glasses, and tanned skin- His body was fit, and he was quite attractive.
"Miss me?"
"Not at all, Matthew."

Connor heard another voice coming from outside and put his prosthetic leg back on, forgetting his shoes and walking to the door. He opened it slightly, just enough so he can watch them silently.

Matthew huffed. "Oh, come on! I did everything you wanted me to, I left you alone for two years." He glared at him. "What do I get in return, old friend?"
Mason glared at him. "I don't know if I should trust you after what you did.." He flicked his ciggerate, before dragging him down by the collar, as all Matthew could do was… smirk.
"Listen. If you try to ever, ever hurt me again. You will regret it, got it?" He whispered, his eyes cold as Matthew paused, nodding. "Yessir~" He teased as Mason rolled his eyes.

Connor shut the door as quietly as possible, though it still made a noise when it shut. He quickly rushed back to the couch and sat down, pulling the prosthetic leg off again and tossing it aside. He slouched down, confused by what he just saw.

Mason scoffed, letting him go. "Remember, our deal." He whispered, as Matthew huffed. "fine." He groaned, walking off. Mason walked back in, groaning a bit.

Connor quickly straightened his posture, trying to put on the prosthetic leg as fast as he could. But it didn't work.

Mason paused. "Uh… How are you even alive-?" He asked, now confused.
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