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⠀ ꉂ⠀𝓈⠀˛ *̲ ͜ ᴱᵛᴱᴿᵞbody .. 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝓽o 𝓇ule 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝑤𝖔ᴿ𝒍d ┈━ 𝕳𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁.

nobody asked for facts

He’s like a cat seeking its owner’s touch, prompting a chuckle from Alex as the other melts further from his ministrations. He doesn’t let up so soon, seeing how much he’s soaking up this personal attention. “ Yeah, y’definitely do. “

don't insult me hollander

I always praise you when you win but you hog it all to yourself . 〔 he's pouting but definitely enjoying the tender touch to his back . 〕

Continuing to stroke soft dark tresses, lips quirked into a smile as he notes the other’s response. “ Awh.. y’like that? “

you're mean . I just beat scott hunter with 8:4 and you didn't praise me * once .ᐟ 〔 soft huff , pressing even closer . 〕

mean shane . 〔 clinging with a little huff . cold hands shoving under the canadian's shirt , resting against warm skin . 〕

Reaching out, digits slowly sifting through hair—patting his head with a grin.

just tired and cold . 〔 instantly wrapping up around him , clinging to the source of warmth . 〕

Can I pet ya? 😁