Sebastian simply loved to test limits and loved to make a storm out of nothing if he had the chance; Even if it was just the slightest gust of win. That was that and it was the way it’s always been. It’s quite hilarious how after all these years Blaine had picked up a bit of skill on how to control the hurricane of snark and sass that was Sebastian Smythe with things like the god damn
Time Out™ chair. For Sebastian it was just too fun to give up the games he plays to see how flustered he can make people. Knowing he was being a troublemaker made him get excited in several senses of the word. So next, what does the asshole do? A smirk perks up on his lips and he raises a brow while arms are crossed in his seat on the couch. ❝ Oh, come on. I don’t bring it up that much. Being over dramatic once again, Killer? I can’t say this comes to me as a surprise. And I don’t have a thing for it I just find it to be extremely funny since my overpowering sexiness has warped you from bi-curious and questioning to the gayest bottom bitch alive… ❞ Then he does the dumbest thing he can but it’s just the natural childish Sebastian way he resorts to. His tongue sticks out at his boyfriend and he flips up a middle finger just for him as well. But through it? He’s grinning still the whole time. Wow, Smythe. You take the cake for being mature and kindhearted.
A completely stupefied look greets the latest dish of snark served up by his boyfriend. Seriously. Sebastian was well on the way to un-earning his Mr. Right mug Blaine bought him for their anniversary. Could he replace it with a Mr. Cranky Pants one? Did they make those? Maybe he could order one on the internet custom made for the King of Cranky sitting down the couch a ways from him. And they hadn’t even gotten to the part where Sebastian just treaded yet. Blaine was considering that option when Sebastian called him over dramatic. Welp! They were there now! Sebastian achieved his ultimate goal! You know? To piss off his boyfriend. Hazel eyes darkened and narrowed as he stared at him from their corners. “Bi-curious? More like bi-questioning–if that’s a thing. And that didn’t last long. As far as gayest bottom bitch goes? Did that middle finger and classy tongue stuck out at me gesture come with a gift receipt? Because I’d like to return them for something else I might like better. Like, say, a little less jerkish boyfriend? That’d be great.” Rolling his eyes–Blaine glances back at his iPad and picks it up again borderline questioning if he was going to just put Sebastian on his own personal ignore list for a bit. Until he decided he was bored with getting the wrong attention all day when he could have been getting all the right attention. If he didn’t turn into whatever this was.
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