#funny read with my breakfast you shouldnt have ❤️
“I... genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about.”
You spoke in a confused tone, glancing to the side awkwardly. “What’s this about exactly?” You asked, leaning back as best you could to better look at the two of them
Their eyes narrowed in unison, glancing at each other once more and then back to you before they both took a step back. Boris remained a step away folding his arm behind his back to watch, whereas Kamal came up to your side wrapping an arm around the backrest of the chair, and leaned over your shoulder.
“Listen, kid, we’re all friends here. You can trust us. Right, bud?” He looked to Boris who nodded. “C'mon you know exactly what I’m talking about! You’ve dodged the question long enough so playin’ dumb ain’t gonna get you nowhere.I know you’ve always been a reserved kinda person but this isn’t the kind of thing you hide from your friends. Ain’t no reason to!” He reasoned, giving your chair a quick spin before reaching out and grabbing it, stopping it abruptly in its swivel with a mild whiplash on your part. He then kneeled on the floor beside you, resting his elbow on the chair’s armrest and propping his head in his hand, looking up at you. “So how about you tell your ol’ buddy Kamal here the truth and save us all some trouble?”
While you were still more than confused at what was going on, something about the way he spoke couldn’t help but make you crack a small smile. It was almost too clearly played up like he was some kind of mafia boss questioning a mole. It almost seemed like the two of them were having fun with this.
You could only stare at him for a moment, the same bewildered expression still clear on your face, as you looked to Boris in hopes for some kind of hint as to what you were supposed to say next, but he only gave you a thumbs up so you turned back to Kamal, an awkward smile stretching across your face.
“Well?” He asked, tilting his head expectantly. Since you were still completely unsure of what was being asked of you just shook your head and a long exaggerated sigh left his mouth. “Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He conceded, pulling himself to his feet and stepping around you once more with a shrug. “Alright, bud, your turn.”
On queue, Boris stepped forward, taking the forefront this time as Kamal stood back to watch from the shadows. Boris’ expression was still serious but it didn’t hold too well when he stepped into the light and looked down at you as you could tell he was fighting some kind of smile. Still, he seemed oddly determined so you looked him up and down nervously.
“What are you-” You began to speak but stopped when you saw him reach into his pocket and pull something out. It was a small, black cylindrical object that he eagerly brought up to his face and turned in his hands as he looked at it. “Is that…” You began to question but Kamal beat you to it, stepping up beside Boris and patting his back.
“You got it, kid.” He winked, and Boris bounced on his heels, grinning widely as he removed the object’s cap and twisted the bottom.
“…Lipstick?” You deadpanned, eyeing both of them as if today hadn’t been weird enough. “Are you gonna give me a makeover?” You decided to alleviate the tension you were beginning to feel with a joke.
“Oooh, no. But maybe next time!” Boris finally spoke up for the first time, not bothering to hide his smile this time as he approached you. “I just want to make sure I don’t miss a spot!” He continued rather matter-of-fact, booping you on the nose before beginning to apply the rolled-out tube to himself with ease, almost like it wasn’t his first time doing so.
“That is so not your color.” You joked once more, but much more nervously this time as you attempted to scoot your chair backward. An odd thing to think about, but you were almost positive you’d seen that shade of purple somewhere before.
Boris closed the distance between you, resting both hands on the armrests of your chair to keep you from moving any farther, and leaned in just an inch from your face. “That is okay, I think it will look much better on you!” Perhaps you’d received enough of a heads-up to know what was coming but a small squeak still left your mouth as he cupped your face entirely in his massive hands and placed a smooch right on the bridge of your nose. He pulled back for just a second afterward to gauge your mortified reaction with a proud smile before going to work covering your face in platonic smooches.
“H-hey!!!” You managed to yelp, squeezing your eyes shut as the red quickly ran to your face and immediately despaired when you attempted to shield yourself only to be reminded that you were completely restrained and left completely defenseless to his attack. “Thahaht’s not faaaiir!” You whined, trying to turn your head away from the barrage of affection only for him to swivel your chair accordingly and keep it up.
You would have been desperately inclined to spill your guts at this point if you had any idea what it was they actually wanted you to spill.
After a good ten seconds of this, he finally pulled away and you were left absolutely red (and most likely purple) faced and dumbfounded. Boris was also clearly having too much fun to keep up the tough guy act because he smiled as giddy as ever, stepping around you and leaning against the back of your chair with a chuckle as he rested his head on his arms and looked to Kamal to do the talking.
“Had enough yet, kid?” Kamal asked from where he stood, now leaning casually against the wall in front of you. “Cause I bet ya the big guy hasn’t.” He chuckled and glanced at Boris who happily drummed his hands against the back of your chair before leaning down to press another smooch to the side of your cheek with a deep happy snicker. “So, what’ll it be?We’ve got alllll day.”
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A: “I’m telling you, I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
B: *Remain silent and endure*
C: *Turn the tables*
D: ~Custom Response~
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