Oh, man. This is sounding worse and worse with every passing moment. He scratches fingers against the scruff of his jaw, those bright blue eyes looking up to the taller boy. He doesn't like the sound of this, not one fucking bit. He shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans, straightening up a little bit.
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Oh, man. This is sounding worse and worse with every passing moment. He scratches fingers against the scruff of his jaw, those bright blue eyes looking up to the taller boy. He doesn't like the sound of this, not one fucking bit. He shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans, straightening up a little bit.
"How bad are we talking?"