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@fuckyoutube //
          
          Greyson looked over at the girl, his eyebrow quirking slightly. “You again.” He groaned dramatically before winking. His eyes widened slightly, “What!?”

@fuckyoutube //
          
          hmph. i luff you

@fuckyoutube //
          
          fucc you

@inactive4now //
          
          is somehow still offended ._.

@4chans //
          
          The red headed boy looked up from his rather empty paper. Sliding his headphones down to his neck he grinned brightly. “Well, it depends on what kind of music you currently listen to - and your mood.” He stated easily. 

@-ycutube // oKAY, thank you! i sorta live under a rock with that sort of stuff... and you're all good, i'll just dismiss that. 
          
          He took the utensil back with a slight chuckle. “Yes, yes I know you do. Although some of it shouldn't be mentioned. Ever.” Greyson shuddered a bit. “Gee thanks, stop it. I'm blushing.” He snorted, although the half compliment did make him feel a bit... proud or relieved. He couldn't tell. 

@-ycutube || no haha, i've been on wattpad for a while now, i know that. the whole 4chan thinggggggg. ;-;
          
          His eyebrows shooting up throughout the stealing of his beloved pencil. Who was he kidding, he probably had another. Watching her actions carefully, he crossed his arms. A grin tugging on his lips, he shook his head yet again. Slowly clapping, Greyson laughed. “Well, I've got to hand it to ya. Better than I expected.” He said with a teasing tone. 

@-ycutube || I DONT ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. I'M NOT CULTURED V WELL 
          
          He shook his head of red hair in mock disappointment, tsking quietly. “Shameful,” he flashed a quick grin right back at him. Scooting over a little, he shrugged. “Clearly nothing, I don't have a lot of inspiration right now.” He grumbled slightly- knowing she was joking but still answering nonetheless. 

@-ycutube ||
          
          Moving his earphones down to his neck, he rolled his eyes teasingly. “Did you use protection?” He asked with a half grin, tapping his pencil against the paper with a few doodles but no real lyrics or melodies yet.