"When will you introduce us to your faen?" Padlom plopped next to Liftoil on the clubroom's sofa.
"You will scare him." Liftoil didn't even look up from his phone.
"Are you scared he would fall for one of us instead?" Spoil laughed.
"No, I am scared he would catch your stupidity." He shot back, ready to leave the room.
"You have a faen, Liftoil?" Alan asked curiously.
"Yes, and he won't let him meet us." Padlom pouted and glared at standing Liftoil.
"Maybe, he's not ready yet?" Gent smiled at the younger encouragingly.
"Thank you, P'" Liftoil returned the smile before he turned back at Padlom, sending her a glare.
"You sure he's real?" Play dared to tease.
"Leave him alone," Pok shook his head.
"He's hiding him because he's ugly." Id laughed, making Liftoil furious.
"P'Bright is not ugly." He shouted angrily.
"Bring him here then," Neo suggested.
Liftoil huffed, typing something on his phone. The device beeped, and Liftoil smirked after reading the message.
"He's picking me up. Prepare to be scolded." He laughed evilly before he hopped back on the couch. It didn't take even ten minutes for the door to burst open, and the handsome looking senior dressed in a red engendering shirt rushed inside.
"Who was making fun of my faen!" He yelled, his eyes shooting lasers. A collective gasp echoed through the room when the people inside realized Liftoil was dating the infamous hazer.
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OffGun November Collection of Drabbles 2022
Fanfiction✅ COMPLETED Short stories and drabbles with Off/Gun and their various ships.
