A Live Bomb and his Russian Lover (Whitty x Ruv)

Chapter 8, Let's go!

~*Sarv's POV*~ 

Ruv hasn't used his ground shaking voice in a while. So long that I forgot what it's like being there when he uses it. I took a deep breath. *HISS* I backed away from Ruv, still hissing. Ruv didn't react, probably since he's used to my bullshit. 

"Sarv," A heavy hand gripped my shoulder. 

"Whazzup?" I glanced up at Whitty. 

"Stop. We should get going before the amusement park closes," Whitty hummed. I gasped before falling over. 

~*Ruv's POV*~ 

Sarv scattered to get onto her feet. She launched herself towards the amusement entrance. 

"There she goes," Carol sighed. "Whitty. Up!" She chirped as she reached up towards Whitty. Whitty picked Carol up and placed her on his shoulders. 

"Let's go," I grabbed Whitty's hand and pulled him along. 

"Oi! Slow down, Ruv! You fast fuck!" Carol yelled. 

"Carol. Language," Whitty hissed. "And Ruv. Slow the fuck down," I let out a soft chuckle as I slowed down but still held onto Whitty's hand. 

~*3rd person*~ 

"How slow are you fuckers?!" Sarv yelled, shuffling from side to side. 

"Language! Please!" Whitty hissed. 

"Eat a cock!" Sarv threw up two birds. 

"Sarv, he already does," Carol laughed. Ruv let out a soft chuckle. 

"Carol!" 

"Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!" Sarv grabbed the Ruv's and the Whitty's hands and rushed into the festival. 

"Sarv! Not you too!" Carol screamed, nearly falling off Whitty's head. Sarv slid to a halt. Whitty bumped into her, and the Carol flew off Whitty's shoulders into Sarv's arms. The two girls stared at each other. 

"Hello, bub," Sarv kissed the small Carol's forehead. 

"Let's get going," Ruv sighed as he tugged Whitty along. 

"Impatient fuck!" Sarv yelled, running over to them. 

"You guys are too fucking slow," Ruv mumbled. 

"Well, let's get our tickets before splitting up and meeting up at Ruv's car at like 6 or 7," Sarv hopped from side to side. 

"As long as you don't forget, Sarv," Whitty ruffled Sarv's hair. Sarv hissed while moving away from Whitty's hand. 

"Don't worry, Whitty. I'll keep her in check," Carol hummed as she rested her head on Sarv's shoulder. 

"Aight," Whitty said as he put his hand into his pocket. "See you later, I guess-" Ruv kissed Whitty's hand, which caused Whitty to go through gay panic. 

"Alright. Let's get going!" Ruv sighed in annoyance.