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"It's only a matter of time." Tristan says, mock arrogantly.
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"It's only a matter of time." Tristan says, mock arrogantly.
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"Hmmm. . . what else could you compliment that you haven't already? You've complimented my muscles, my face, my ass. . . and certain other parts of my body, last night." Tristan smirks.
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"Mm-hmmm. Sure it doesn't." Tristan chuckles.
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Tristan laughs, slapping Lucas' ass before pulling on his shirt.
"I'm your asshole now. Deal with it."
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"Both can be true, sweetheart." Tristan smirks.
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Tristan hums playfully.
"You good?" he teases.
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"What else what I mean when I ask if you're 'good?' If you're feeling like a goose? I'm asking if you're okay." Tristan snarks.
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"Don't get huffy with me, sweetheart." Tristan snorts.
"That's good." Tristan nods.
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"Even the dude who could fold you into an origami version of yourself?" Tristan asks, raising an eyebrow.
Lucas nods, “Yes. Though. . . It;s slightly doubtful, this bag of bones is fast enough. But then again. . .” He hums, looking at Tristan, “So are you.” He ponders for a moment, thinking, then shrugs, “Don’t want to find out.” He grabs his clothes, “But yes, even if you can fold me into an origami version of myself, I’ll still get huffy with you.”
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Tristan chuckles. "Fine. Just gives me more of an excuse to hand out more punishment later."
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Tristan chuckles. "No, I don't think I will."
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Tristan laughs quietly as the door closes and locks. "I don't mean anything like what you're thinking of, Luc."
He walks over to where he remembers leaving his shoes and slips them on, grabbing his keys before grabbing his bag and jogging to his first class.
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(yeah ig lol)
A few hours later, Tristan returns to the dorm.
"Luc I'm back!" he calls out.
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Tristan walks over to the bed and "looks" down at Lucas.
"You good?" he asks, prodding him.
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"C'mon sleepy, get up." Tristan laughs.