He rolled off me, smirking. "Yeah, it's my biceps and abs."
"Yeah well, they weigh a lot and you could've killed your poor little mate." I whined. Rolling into a ball with a pout on my face.
"Yeah, you're not poor, or little." He laughed.
"Oi, I'm only 5'4 and that's little compared to like, the world." I said grumpily.
"Okay, well at least not in personality." He laughed at me, again.
"f**k you." I said, still pouting.
"Please do." He "ed me from before.
I growled at him and he just started laughing harder. "Did you just growl at me?" He got between breaths.
"Yes." I muttered.
"It was utterly pathetic." He told me.
"Why thanks." My words were dripping with sarcasm.
"At least it was cute." I said in a baby voice, grabbing me and pulling my towards him.
Despite my struggles.
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