𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍 𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝

Ohooh~? [ Pinching his cheeks. ] Cute, cute, cutie cuuute.~

Hah, definitely not. He’s an ass. But, before he decided he ain’t want me no more… he wasn’t the worst man on the Ground. [ Their fingers brushed along his skin, tired eyes a little less gloomy. ] You’re helpin’ me not feel so lonely.

Do y’all actually like getting called a good boy

[ A weak, lopsided smile lifted their lips. Tango silently adjusted Gris’s uniform for a moment, from the tuck into his pants & up the collar, hands sliding down his arms before squeezing gently on his hands. ] Wish ah could’a shown you to my papa. He would’a liked you a lot.

Ah know, ah know. [ An awkward rub of the back of their neck. ] Well, not… many folks…

You should be taken care of more often, t’be frank. Y’worryin’ too much ‘bout other folks.

Mmn. Sure you don’t want me t’feed ya’?

E–Eh… aw’right… [ Slightly deflated. ] Let’s save those thoughts for sometime later, OK? Now, you had anythang since that mornin’ you hardly ate?

I… wouldn’t want you to have anythin’ to do with him on your hands.

…Lean on me, anytime. Ah got you. And, well… you got any better ideas than me puttin’, y’know——a gun to his head?

[ They cursed under their breath, face full of ranges of different emotions. ] I–I, just… never mind. Ah won’t. Not the kind’a person ah am. Ah’m just… feelin’ so much right now. I’m… so sorry.

Mmn. Wouldn’t make you think any differently of me if ah killed him?