Barrow Fields yo adrian!

Don't you start. That's one of my kinks, Vercingetorix drawled, his face bland. After a moment of this facade, he broke into his usual megawatt smile, shaking his head. Nah, I won't shut up until I'm dead. Guy who puts me under is gonna be a national hero. He was enjoying this, especially when she lobbed a pseudonym his way. L.m.f.a.o.

He sighed in exasperated fashion, rolling his eyes skyward. Girl, you're playing me right now, he groaned, leveling an accusatory stare at her. Don't pull some fake name shit on me. I could have pretended to be someone a lot cooler if I knew you were a con artist. He clucked his tongue, feigning intense disapproval. And here I thought you were a good girl.

Verx wondered just how far he could go before she would stop putting up with his incessant bullshit.