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It was some little hidden corner of the Garten that the sounds of bickering interrupted by clacking and panting was tucked into. It was almost a power rush for Stinger Flynn, having the mascot of this entire thing trapped against a wall. Well, an escape wouldn’t be terribly difficult if said mascot decided, but he was clearly allowing it for now.
He was so infuriating to Stinger Flynn. Banban, who goes around calling himself Uthman with that stupid tongue always hanging out of his mouth. Calm until he isn’t and that ridiculous temper explodes, revealing the pointed horns below party hats and an insatiable hunger for pancreases despite his best efforts to quell the starved nature in which he reacts to such scent.
He pushes Banban just a little harder against the wall behind, earning a muted growl of warning. He pulls from the kiss, his voice low, a slight rasp to it from the situation.
"Every part of you is horridly unpleasant. perhaps someday you’ll learn.”
Banban’s voice holds a dangerous edge to it, one that might’ve made someone else cower, but not Stinger Flynn.
“You just don’t know how to do anything but be a downer, Flynn.”
It ticks Stinger Flynn off terribly. He tangles a hand in Banban’s soft hair and tugs him in for another kiss. Perhaps if he didn’t hate the red-head so terribly, he might have liked to run his fingers through those curly strands. However, he despises Banban, so he won't, he can't. It's always so sloppy, full of teeth and tongue and saliva, nothing more than a mess, a disaster. That’s all this sort of meeting is, only existing to argue and kiss for reasons neither of them wanted to admit.