Connor's face turned bright pink and he snarled. "I'm not your fucking pet you goddamn flat banana- If anything, you'd- Actually… Nevermind that." He began, but cut himself off. He thought about what he was planning on saying and realized how embarrassing it would have been if he'd said that out loud-
("i'm not your pet you goddamn flat banana" - connor 2020)
"Aw- You can't change my opinion, doll~" He purred, smirking.
Connor got off the couch and threw himself back onto the floor, screaming into the ground.
Mason just paused. "I- You good?" He asked, snickering. He sat next to him, curious of what was wrong.
"No. and you haven't been too helpful either." Connor answered, then went back to screaming.
Mason huffed, smacking his rear softly. "Oh, stop- Your such a b o t t o m -" He snorted. "More than I am, and that's saying something."
"but honestly, do you really want me to start acting like a top? because i can and i probably will-" Connor answered, lifting his head off of the ground.
Mason paused. "I mean, yeah-" He admits.
"Okay then. Fine." he said, standing up. His expression suddenly changed- he didn't look so hungover now. Now, he looked like he was about to bite somebody– that somebody most likely being Mason.
Mason paused. I did not think this through… He thought, standing up and looking up at him, confused, but snickered a bit- nervously, this time-
Connor heard the snicker and immediately gave Mason this,,, kind of creepy glare. "Something funny?" he asked, his voice raising a bit.
Mason paused. "Just the sudden change, is all- fucking Bakugou…" He muttered the last part to himself, now holding in a laugh.
Connor huffed crossed his arms, still glaring at Mason, watching his every mood, waiting to find an excuse to go full on dom mode.
(man connor's really doing this isn't he holy shit)
Mason glared back at him, slightly mcoking him, sticking his tongue out and leaning a bit toward him. "BlEh-"
(ee- mason aint scared tho-)
Connor suddenly and swiftly raised his hand, slapping Mason across the face with the same speed, using as much force as he possibly could.
(yep i was right connor really is doing this wtf)
(;w; o w -)
Mason paused. "What the hell was that for?!" He asked, his ears lowered a bit at the sudden hit. "Dick-" He muttered, rubbing his cheek, as he hissed.
Ugh- Okay- Now he's just being a dick- If he wants to be one, then he can be one. I'll just be a bitch- He thought, growling and muttering something to himself.
(yeah connor wtf dude)
Connor now had this fucking smirk on his face, and hell, he even licked his lips a little. "Hmm…" he muttered, examining Mason from top to bottom.
(lmao- im holding in a laugh- this h u r t s -)
Mason glared at him.
"What?" He huffed, glaring at him. Okay- Mood swings- Keep that in mind, Mason.
"Nothing." Connor answered, then going silent.
(i'm gonna be honest here: i think connor wants to make this frickin roleplay something more mature than mature could ever get-)
(agreed lmfao-)
Mason leaned against a wall. "Mhm, sure." He muttered, sarcastically as he looked down, filing his nails with a filer, because why the hell not?
Connor watched Mason as he leaned against the wall, and was tempted to pin him there, but- Well, I actually don't know why he isn't doing it, because like,,, he totally could if he wanted to… I think.
(lmao-)
Mason fidgeted with his shorts, growling at the loose thread. He hissed. "Ah, come on-" He muttered.
Connor finally decided what he was gonna do, and what he did was reach his arm out, slamming his hand on the blank spot of the wall, right next to Mason's head. He didn't speak- he just acted.
(okay but the last line of what i just typed is my whole life story wtf)