"Ugh- Stop biting that god damn lip of yours already!" (OxO) (GaY-) (Closed; feel free to stalk.)
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Mason looked at him, concerned. "Are you alright?" He asked. He was sleeping next to him, in a chair.
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Mason growled softly. "Too much."
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Mason sighed, closing his eyes and leaning back.
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Mason was silent.
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Mason remained silent, before whining and screaming in a pillow -
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"N o t h i n g ."
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Mason whined. "Sorry." He growled, angry at himself as he plopped on the bed- wanting cuddles.
Connor mumbled something to himself and decided to lay back down, taking off his prosthetic leg yet again and setting it aside. He sighed again, staring at his nub-for-a-leg. He didn't know what to say now. What could he say to strike up a conversation, especially now? He had no idea. In his mind, he knew something bad must have happened before he passed out, but he had no recollection of what occured.
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Mason huffed. "Can I have cuddles-?" He asked, a bit tense- He was… shaking.
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Mason whined softly, before literally dragging Connor onto the bed and laying his head on his chest, his legs wrapped around his waist- again-
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Mason glared up at the other. "What are you mumbling about-?" He asked- adjusting his waist. it was an awkward position.
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"Your lying." He muttered, sitting up on his— ee- He didn't mean too-
(me unable to be mature lmao-)
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"Yes you are!" He huffed. "WhAt iS wRonG-?"
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"WhATtTT?" Mason huffed- he was literally about to do something uh-
m a t u r e
for himself-
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(uh oh-)
Mason paused. "What-? I don't feel anything-" He paused once more, once he looked down- then, mason flew out of the universe-