[ Rohan has the distinct feeling Mista's messing with him, and despite that, he continually walks right into his trap. He's impulsive by nature and he can't seem to stop himself from walking right into it. How does he keep doing this? He tells himself to not but here he is, face lit up in irritation, walking in step beside Mista on a date he hadn't really planned to go on. ]
I know that's a fucking lie.
[ He knows damn well that Mista wasn't hoping they'd stick around his house. Reimi wasn't home to keep Rohan entertained enough that he wouldn't just straight up strangle Mista once they were out of the public eye. ]
[ It was difficult not to laugh at that, faint smile playing on his lips as he slipped an arm over Rohan's shoulder. Too close for comfort? Yes but it didn't matter, not to him. ]
Dinner is a date thing...?
[ Okay, now he couldn't help let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head slightly as he lead him along. ]
Are you trying to tell me that you've never been on a proper date? Like, seriously?
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I know that's a fucking lie.
[ He knows damn well that Mista wasn't hoping they'd stick around his house. Reimi wasn't home to keep Rohan entertained enough that he wouldn't just straight up strangle Mista once they were out of the public eye. ]
So, dinner then. That's a date thing, isn't it?
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Dinner is a date thing...?
[ Okay, now he couldn't help let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head slightly as he lead him along. ]
Are you trying to tell me that you've never been on a proper date? Like, seriously?