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"Hm? What're those?" Heathcliff wakes up to the shorter blonde from behind, announcing his presence by clearing his throat. Sinclair turned around, holding a bag of wrapped candies in his hand.
"Oh these? Chocolates, Rodya got them for me." Sinclair buried his hand inside the bag for another small chunk of chocolate and plopped one in his mouth.
Without any warning, Heathcliff forced his hand inside the bag to have a bite-sized chocolate to chew on, but unfortunately for him, Sinclair pulled the bag away before his hands could even grasp one.
"Hey!— It'sh mine, go ghet yoursh!" Sinclair hid the bag inside his coat as he was chewing on a mouthful of chocolates.
"Just a piece, Sinclair! Come on–" Heathcliff tried again, but this time, Sinclair was expecting him to attack and had stepped a few feet away before he could snatch it away.
"Nuh uh! Go buy your own!" Sinclair peristed, but so did Heathcliff. He knew he couldn't fight the man through physical means as he'll get absolutely folded like an omelet in a fight against him, so he tried to squeeze through a small open area to get past him.
He was able to get through him, thankfully, but he wasn't quick enough. Heathcliff clutched him by the collar of his company uniform.
"Oh, come on!" Sinclair growled.
"Sucks being small, eh?"
"You're just the size of a tree!"
"Bah, shut up." Heathcliff extended his hand out, palm open, asking for some chocolates. Sinclair sighed, knowing that there wouldn't be a way out of it. "...Fine, have the whole bag." He hesitantly placed the bag of chocolates on his hand, and a cheeky grin rose from the brunette's face.
"Hah! I'm so good at–" Heathcliff reached inside of the bag, but nothing was in it. Absolutely nothing but the sweet, pure taste of air. Before he knew it, Sinclair ran away, carrying what was left of the bag in his hands.
Heathcliff chased after him and successfully pinned him down between the seats of the bus, thankfully they had cushions now instead of just being cold slabs of welded metal, otherwise Sinclair would wind back up with a broken spine.
"Alright, you didn't have to go this far." Sinclair chuckled, taking out a piece of milk chocolate from his pocket and waved it around playfully. "Open your mouth."
"Are we doing this again?"
"Say ahh…"
"...Ahh."
Sinclair plopped the chocolate into his mouth, a well earned reward for pursuing his prize until the end.
"So, can you get off me now?"