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Tino: You. Clothes off. Now!
Paul: WHAT?!
Tino smirked and crossed his arms, "You heard me. "
Paul's face grew slightly pink, but for the most part he just looked bemused, "Wh-why would you tell me that?"
The Latino baddie stepped closer to his nerdy white boy crush, "Well, I got you a little something," WINK.
Paul tilted his head. Then before his eyes he saw...
Lo and behold! A MAID DRESS! The dress was black with a white, ruffled apron and lace at the bottom. There was a black bow at the chest area and a little bell in the middle of the bow.
"AAA!" Paul faints. Dramatically. Like how girls do in old movies.
"OH MIERDA! OH FUCK! wtf happened to bro..." Tino needed a second to process what just happened. To think about what the hell he should do and why Paul fainted so easily. Tino's eyes lit up suddenly. He could just put the dress on now while Paul was asleep! With no struggle. Because from the looks of it, Paul is afraid of the dress or something.
Tino grabbed his unconscious friend from up from under his armpits. He sat Paul down on the sofa.
"Wait... both Theresa and Luis are home right now..." He could hear his siblings out in the kitchen discussing something about the tangerine grove, "Yeesh. Neither of us want them walking in on me...well..."
Tino grabbed Paul's face, "Hey. Hey wake up." He shook his face around. That didn't work. He shook his shoulders, slapped his face. That didnt...well, the slap made him stir. Tino sighed loudly, "Ughhhh."
Tino looked over at the staircase. He knew what had to be done. Tino grunted in effort as he tried to carry paulup the stairs. Why did paul have to be so heavy omfg. Big back.
Paul's body was limp and his breathing was slower now.
Tino stopped for a moment, panting and wiping sweat off his brow. Then he got back to work.
"Ghhh im...almost...there! HHH 😮💨 omg"
FINALLY, he reached the top of the staircase after all this damn labor...but he almost fell over when he did, exhausted.
He used the last of his energy to carry Paul to his room and set him gently onto his bed, before flopping down on the soft mattress himself. Tino a caught his breath. Then he sat up and looked over at Paul, then the maid dress next to him.
Just then, Paul began to stir awake, "Huh..?" He rubbed his eyes from under his glasses.
Tino blushed. Paul looked so adorable right now.
𝘚𝘰...𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯.... 𝘊𝘜𝘛𝘌!! 𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘋𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖!!! He thought to himself, trying not to explode. 𝘉𝘶𝘵... 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 >:) 🤤 whoa mama
"Hm. What happened?" Paul adjusted his glasses, "Oh, right. RIGHT! The dress. What was THAT about!?" He scanned around the room, then caught sight of the dress once again,"EEK!" He recoiled.
Tino scooted closed, "Yep, you're gonna wear that, shawty," wink wink
Pail raised an eyebrow, "Shawty? Really?"
"You got a problem with that name, Fisher?"
He shook his head, "I guess not..."
"Heh," Tino chortled, "That's what I thought, SHAWTY!, Now," He grabbed the dress.
GULP.
"No! I dont want to! Hisssss!"
"Here kitty kitty."
"No!" Paul tried to run away, but Tino grabbed his leg.
Paul: OMFG😭
Tino:🤑
"You're mine now. Sit."
Paul crossed his arms and looked up at his friend defiantly.
"Just do it."
Reluctantly and glowering, Paul sat still, eyes now squeezed
shut.
LATER...
Paul shifted uncomfortably in the black and white maid dress and scratched his arm, "Uhh, I'm not so sure this fits..."
Tino drooled, "HUBAHABADONTWAITTILLSUPPERPAUL," Paul squinted at him.
"Muy lindo~, pero...hm, there is something missing..." Tino mused. "HMMMM...OH, I KNOW!" Tino dashed out the door, leaving the other alone.
Paul surveyed the room, then lowered his gaze down at the dress he was wearing, thinking about all his life choices and regretting everything that led up to this horrible moment. He sighed in defeat, but whispered, "What the heck am I doing..."
Tino bounded back into the room, something behind his back.
"Oh god..." Paul muttered.
Tino held up a headband with black cat ears with red ribbons and bells on them, "Ta daaa!"
"WH...Wait," Paul said suddenly, "𝘞𝘩𝘺 do you even 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 all this," Paul motioned to the general area of the dress and the hands holding up the cat ears, "...stuff...?"
"...Do not worry about it, Fisher man!!!"
"And why are you calling me all these embarrassing names? Like earlier you called me "shawty?"
"Uhhh I dunno," Tino responded with a shrug, "Don't worry about that either. Now put the ears on plz
"Wh-- no! Absolutely not."
"Before I MAKE you," Threatened Tino. Paul held his ground.
"Sighh, I must do what has to be done." Tino forcefully went to put the headband atop Paul's head, but Paul ducked away. Tino tried again but the same thing happened.
"Stay...still!" Tino lunged onto Paul and put him in a headlock.
Paul struggled, "TINO LET ME GO!"
"NOT UNTIL YOU PUT THIS ON!"
"NEVER!" Paul managed to yell somehow. He gasped for air and tried wiggling himself out of Tino's strong grasp, his dress flailing around, and the bells on the cat ears Tino held jingling wildly. Paul's glasses became askew.
Tino let go, to create a false hope for his friend, but not for long. He pinned Paul down. Paul was breathing heavy and still, yet weakly, attempting to get away. Then...finally, Tino put the cat ears onto Paul. He stood up to admire his work.
Paul sat up and move his hair out of his face. Glaring, he said, "I hate you."
Tino laughed. Paul looked like an angry kitten."
"Meow for meee'
Paul continued to scowl, "No."
"Please?"
"...meow."