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biiasfs prt 2

part two of bathing in innocence and sipping from strangers™ ;)

T- hey, it's troye the kid from the club
well I say kid I mean adult
totally an adult
not kid like at all
very mature
not the point hi hey hello

C- dear lord shut up and meet me at the starbucks on 24th in 30 minutes

T- right ok

"How many times are you going to throw that in my face?!" Troye says with a laugh and Connor shrugs.

"As many times as I need to. It's your fault anyway, you almost hit a puppy like 20 minutes ago."

"It! Was! An! Accident!"

"Mhm."

"I hate you."

"You think I'm cute."

"Well you got me there." Connor laughs before staring fondly at the boy sitting across from him.

Its only been a week after meeting in the club and this is their first time meeting again. Connor wants to learn more about the kid, get to know him well.

"So, tell me something."

"Like?"

"Anything. Your childhood, your family, your clothes." Troye raises a brow.

"Is that was you old people like to know on a first date?" Connor ignores the first part of the insult and leans forward onto his elbows.

"So this is a date?" Troyes eyes widen.

"Uh, I mean, no. Yes? Maybe? Do you want it to be? Do I want it to be? I don't know I'm only 19 and I don't turn 20 for like two months and you could be 43 and I'm not in the market for a sugar daddy although I do love getting presents. Is that wrong? You know what I'm just a small boy trying to make it in this big world and I think that if I want to date a cute bo- man I met at a club then I can!!"

Connors eyes are as wide as disks as Troye catches his breath and blushes.

"I did it again, I rambled." Connor quickly recovers before grinning.

"No worries it's precious."

"Precious?" Big hopeful eyes stare up at his green ones.

"Yes, precious. Like a cute little pup or a baby."

"I'm an adult!! I adult all the time!! I pay bills and live all lonesome!!" Connor laughs which he seems to be doing a lot of recently.

"Sure Troye."

"Fight me."

"I'm not that immature sorry." Troye glares harshly before standing, wrapping his coat around his body forcefully and grabbing his scarf.

"You know what I've had enough of your bullying. Good bye." And with that he walks out, leaving Connor to scramble after him.

He follows Troye out into the snow, a small on his lips.

"Wait! Troye wait!" He laughs loudly and Troye ignores him, making his way to his own car in the parking lot. He's about to open his door when Connor slides in between him and the automobile.

"What?" He groans playfully and Connor smiles.

"I'm sorry okay?"

"That was such a lame apology." Troye says blankly, rocking on his feet as Connor admires his rosy cheeks and the fact that he has to look up at him.