"On the scale of one to ten, you're a solid eleven for being f—king annoying, Marcus," Cali hissed under her breath as the idol just grinned sitting innocently in front of her. "You have a freakin' show tonight and you decide to cut your own bangs on a live?! And it's not even half decent! You're really testing my patience!"
"But the majesties said they want to see my forehead again," he defended. "You know I can't say 'no' to them."
"For f—k's sake, Kim Marcus! Just push your hair back to show your freaking forehead! Not cut it into those hideous baby bangs!"
"But it's cute!" he argued. "And I still look handsome. How dare you accuse my art to be hideous!"
"What? What f—king art?!"
"My face. My hair. My everything is art!"
"Wha—" Cali rolled her eyes. She's so done with this stubbor
