@duodiva, do you? [ a perfectly, well—kept brow goes to arch. offering a glance, one that practically screamed 'i don't believe you right now' at her statement. a grin settles on his lips, a hand pressed up against his forehead, before digits sink into his dark tresses and pulling fingers through them. unable to contain the small smirk, and a bit of laughter that escapes. ] seems like you're problem with him, have you even spoken to the guy before? seems like a lot of hate for someone you never really spoke to. unless i'm wrong. [ and so his head tilts, eyes narrowing. ] paying isn't a problem. just stop with all the pouting. alright? i can see wrinkles forming on you.