witchesreign | BBS/Action (current day)

Hai, hai.

You spoil me too much, you know. What will you do if I come to expect it?

Surpass your expectations. [do you have any idea...? He can never tell. And maybe you don't... But it doesn't matter.] Let me get you everything you ever wanted.

[Marco's blushing. Either his acting is AMAZING and flawless, or he's thinking weird things.]

I'll hold you to that bastard. [A small laugh and he ruefully shakes his head.] Mah, but you always do.

Aww, sweetpea, you're so cute when you blush. [pinches cheeks] But, aye aye [captain] Happy to service you. [grin] I mean, serve.

[BLUSHES MORE.]

I hate you sometimes. [Nah he doesn't.]

And here I was planning to seduce you. [he takes Marco's chin and moves in close] Do I still have a chance, sweetheart?

[Doki doki!]

There's always a chance, but it'll take more than sweet words. I love my wife after all.

[How are they straight again?]

Oh I know. But don't you know that biting into a lime after having tequila makes it taste better?

[well they are. For the most part. Despite being nose to nose]

Aye, it's a pity that limes must always be fresh or they could add it right in, eh?

I still prefer blue curacao any day of the week though.

[Flirt with him. In his fail brick-like way.]

Oi! Who the hell are you calling an old lime? [He grabs Marco's nose and starts to pull] I'll blue curacao your ass if you say that again.

I'd like to see you try.

Alright then, punk.

[he leans over and sticks his tongue in Marco's ear]

[Slowly red thermometer mode here.]

That's not blue. That's popping a cherry mode. Get your terms straight bastard.

[Thatch you have five seconds to switch your gears before Marco does something about it. 5, 4, 3....]

Ah I always get them confused. [he flops with his back against the bed.] Either way, I win.

[Frowns slightly...]

[Messes up Thatch's hair in deadpan.]

Fine you win.

[Smirk.]

[....

he doesn't care

he doesn't care...

he can feel his hair out of place but

he will not give Marco the pleasure

[ah shit]

Asshole.

[that is so cheating! He whips a comb out and his gel and props up a nearby mirror]

Cheating bastard. Do you know how long it takes me to get it like this? Do you think it's just like this itself?

[comb comb fuss fuss]

[Snickers.]

[And then just straight out laughs.] I love you.

[stop laughing, jerk. You're making it hard to be pissed. Ah well, who needed to be pissed anyway. It was just hair and easily fixed. And it was good to hear Marco laugh. Still, he made his voice growly]

You mock my pain.

Don't you quote Princess Bride to me, you bastard.

[But it makes him melt even more until he's literally on the floor laughing.]

[he just grins down at Marco before using his stomach as a pillow]

As you wish.

[Snickers and pets the hair.] Inconceivable punk. [Traces along the scar in infinity circles.]

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