Gakupo took a sip out of Kaito's thermal mug and nearly spilled the contents everywhere from the recoil of suddenly pulling the mug away from his lips. "Damn-" Gakupo cursed.
"Bro what the hell?" Kaito peered over at him, annoyed. "Are you good?"
"Fuck, yeah. Its just your damn coffee is too hot."
"I made it about 15 minutes ago so of course its still gonna be hot. I keep telling you to get one of these cups man, its good quality." Kaito waved his pen in Gakupo's face.
They were sitting on Gakupo's carpet with all of their textbooks and papers spread in an organized fashion, and Kaito's computer was positioned on Gakupo's bed playing his trashy Spotify playlist.
"Ugh, yeah. I guess I see what you mean now." Gakupo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stuck out his burned tongue. "Buh bis look red tuh you?" Gakupo questioned.
"Huh? Bruh, put your tongue away I don't wanna see that shit." Kaito whipped his head back and refocused himself on writing something down.
Gakupo grabbed Kaito's forearm and scooted closer, sticking his tongue our further and pointing to the aching bits of his tongue with a finger. "Look! I need tuh know!"
Kaito's expression turned sour and he swatted at Gakupo's hand, "You nasty man, get your tongue out of my face! Your damn balls are gonna be red in a minute if you keep bothering me!"
Gakupo snorted, putting his tongue back and scooting away. "Whaaat, ew what a fucked thing to say. Don't touch my balls Kaito, you're the only nasty one here."
Kaito looked up with a playful smile on his face, "I'm just saying that if you keep messing with me I'm gonna stomp on your balls."
"Well you could've said that first, because you had me thinking you were gonna give em a suck to turn them red—who says that shit." He was snickering at his own words now, trying to get under Kaito's skin.
Kaito was quick to throw his pen at Gakupo, "YOU GAY ASS—not even Gumi wanted to suck your nuts, much less me. Idiot."
