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( ✰ﾟ༚࿐*｡⋆ ⇢ welcome wagon ) "so are you two... do you... fondue?"
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SCOUT had never worked on anything with Connor Eros before, and she was starting to be thankful for that fact. "If all you're going to do is stare at my ass, you may as well take a picture." She huffed, turning towards the sound of approaching voices.
Connor simply smirked, leaning down closer to her face. "Your instagram feed works fine for that." He whispered in her ear, brushing a blonde lock away from her neck. The action caused the girl to shiver, and Connor's smirk widened. "Like my hands on you, Valentine?"
Despite the blush on her face, Scout whacked the boy's chest, making him stand up straight. And just in time, it would appear, as a group of students came walking in to the room, ready for their tour. Placing a friendly smile on her face, the girl greeted the group. "Hey everyone! I'm Scout Valentine, and this is Connor Eros, and we're going to be your tour guides today!"
The blonde turned to Connor, expecting him to say something nice, but instead wanted to whack him over the head when his choice of words left his mouth. "What the hell-"
"Connor!" Scout exclaimed, whacking him in the chest once again.
"Ow!" The boy rubbed at his chest, a pained expression on his face. "Would you please stop doing that?! You're stronger than you think."
"Would you rather I strangle you with vines?" She quipped, smirking herself now.
"Actually, that does sound like my kind of a good time." When the blonde simply rolled her eyes, he continued speaking. "You didn't let me finish. I wanted," Scout rolled her eyes again at the emphasis he put on the word. "To ask what the hell Azalea Green is doing in here. You've been going here for years, Zay."
Azalea wiggled her way out of the crowd, walking up to the pair. "I made a friend." She muttered, gesturing to a girl wearing sunglasses.
Before Scout could speak, a dry laugh left Connor's lips. "Is your friend hungover? We're in a school, love, no need for the shades."
The girl simply raised the glasses to rest on her head, sending a glare Connor's way. "And this," she responded, gesturing to herself. "Is called fashion, love."
A snort was heard from the crowd, and small brunette stepped forwards. "Please, you look like every other bitch on instagram."
Scout's eyes widened, unsure how on earth their tour was off to this start. "Well anyways, we should be getting back to our tour, there's lots to see." When she looked to Connor for help, however, he was simply smirking again. Scout rolled her eyes, wishing that he'd be a little less like himself for just five minutes. "Eros, please wipe that smirk off of your pretty face and help me show these students around."
