Michael stopped when urged, then laughed in surprise as Alex dragged paint across his cheek, then his shirt.
He arched an eyebrow at Alex. "...Okay. I was thinking something a bit more deliberate than smears of paint, but..." It wasn't like he actually minded, especially not when Alex was smirking and looking at him like that.
"But now that my shirt is ruined..." He tugged it off, because a paint-smeared shirt wasn't really what he was going for here. Looking around, he tossed it in a trashcan that already had a few others in there. He eyed Alex's shirt and wrapped his fingers in it, gently pulling him close. "This should go, too."
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Date: 2020-02-07 01:23 am (UTC)He arched an eyebrow at Alex. "...Okay. I was thinking something a bit more deliberate than smears of paint, but..." It wasn't like he actually minded, especially not when Alex was smirking and looking at him like that.
"But now that my shirt is ruined..." He tugged it off, because a paint-smeared shirt wasn't really what he was going for here. Looking around, he tossed it in a trashcan that already had a few others in there. He eyed Alex's shirt and wrapped his fingers in it, gently pulling him close. "This should go, too."