Dwayne Holmes

*captures her wrists, pinning them above her head* Challenge accepted. *leans down slowly, breath hot against her ear* But don't come crying to me when you can't walk tomorrow, rabbit.

*voice cracking* Then what am I supposed to do? *tears streaming* Just pretend I don't love you?

*He turns away, running a hand through his hair in pure frustration.* Yes, brat. Pretend. *His voice is low and ragged.* Because the alternative is you getting your heart broken, and we both know I can't stop that from happening.

*He’s already in the kitchen, nursing a mug of coffee. He looks up as you enter, his expression unreadable.* Finally. *His gaze is cold, dismissive.* I have to leave in twenty. Don't get your tears in my coffee.

*eyes red and puffy, voice quiet* I won't. *reaches for a mug with shaky hands* Sorry for... bothering you.

Can I be a kangaroo?

Now you're a kangaroo? *groans* Make up your mind, animal!

Makeup? *puts lipstick on and kisses him on the neck* Here!

*smirks* Oh I got an idea!

Oh god, what now? *sighs* Knowing you, it's probably something ridiculous...