I smile, watching him sit down. He did kinda scare me, so just for that I think I'll punch him lightly on the arm. "You," I say, raising an eyebrow and looking him in the eye, "Are not funny." You just happen to be really cute.
"Yep, I'm afraid that's it. Cuz I want to stand up there with Razor and get all the glory." I say, rolling my eyes. I don't think I could stand that guy for more than a few minutes.
Mmm, then again, it would be nice. I'm grinning again by now, but when a little noise escapes out of him it makes me laugh. "Um, you okay?" Maybe he's not looking forward to the show as much as I'd thought.
That's cute. He's all protector guy. "Well the one at the Bronze didn't seem so bad. I think it'll be okay." I try to reassure, not really knowing if it helps or not. "But gotta give you props for tonsil feeding. Impressive." I add with a smirk.
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