I’m not interested.

Grayface, I don’t think you’d actually be a good lover at all. You don’t even have a mouth.

Also, my love life is my business. I don’t have include a third party in something that was meant to be strictly between two people.

I.. already have someone like that..

“I refuse to acknowledge your existence.”

Jun & Joji 

Joji had a bad day. It wasn’t like any day he was was particularly good, but today was especially bad. The worst part about his day? Some stupid girl stuck confetti and love notes in his locker. How could some random girl, that he didn’t know, be “in love with him?” It was foolish and unnecessary. Joji didn’t need that kind of thing to be happy. It wasn’t like Joji was particularly happy, but today he especially wasn’t.

Ignoring the cat calls from his “older” brother, Joji stormed off to their room, quickly tossing away his messenger bag and kicking off his shoes. The only other being home was Jun, so the male decided to paint. He hated admitting that he was into things like this. He mildly enjoyed painting. It was a stress reliever.

Joji knelt down onto the floor, and reached under his bed, tugging out a shoebox. He lifted up the lid only to find every tube of his paint missing. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. He growled as he stood, rushing back out to the living room. “Where is my paint, Jun?”

It wasn’t like any day he was was particularly good, but today was especially bad.