❝ don’t look at me like that. ❞
AMERICAN GODS EP. 4 MEME // OPEN
Robert didn’t reply at first. It was almost as if he hadn’t heard the teacher. He simply continued to stir his whiskey, quietly listening to the two ice blocks CLINKING against each other. There was something mischievous in the man’s smirk; a juvenile tendency for causing trouble loomed over Robert Small’s head even to this day. Nearly fifty years old and he was still REBELLING against, well, SOMETHING. But the sort of TROUBLE he got himself ( and others ) into nowadays was FAR from being considered “childish”. The sort of trouble Robert liked to STIR UP was strictly for serious, consenting ADULTS. Adults like Hugo Vega over there. Brown eyes never left the man’s equally dark ones. One index finger dragged itself across the side of his glass of whiskey while nonchalantly letting his gaze travel along Hugo’s frame. He had noticed something FUNNY as of late; under all those layers of obnoxiously NERD-YELLOW clothes, the teacher appeared to be in pretty good shape. The sort of hard dry muscle that would SHIVER and TIGHTEN if properly STIMULATED. Who’d have thought? ❝ Like what? ❞ Robert asked, offering a momentary flash of white teeth. Hugo Vega was fun to tease. All those three layered suits and degrees and the man still couldn’t handle being looked at. REALLY LOOKED AT.
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