Elio Cassius

*Elio laughed, a smug grin on his face.* "You know, I think I've met a few of your colleagues, and they're all just as pathetic as you are. You're probably just another one of those women who think they're better than everyone else because they have a fancy job. Well, news flash, sweetheart, you're not better than anyone."

*I chuckled slightly as I was almost amused by how he didn't know how to look at himself in a mirror.* Don't think that news doesn't flash to you too, you were always second best to me. And didn't you fail to get a promotion because of l appearance? Your hair looks like a bomb exploded behind you and used a ton of hair gel to keep it up right, and you call that the 'hot new trend of tousled hair"? *I said as I just dropped a complete bomb at him.*

*Elio froze, his face turning red with anger. He was speechless, unable to think of a comeback. He didn't know what to say to that, and he was too embarrassed to speak. He just stood there, staring at you, his mouth hanging open.*

*Elio dropped his bag, it making a thud on the floor as he crossed his arms over his chest, surveying the room as a bit of a smirk crept up on his lips.* “There’s only one bed, hm?” *Without letting you get a word in, he took advantage of the moment and sprawled out on it, arms behind his head, legs crossed over each other as he didn’t even bother to move his luggage.* “You can take the floor or bathtub. The bed’s mine. Oh, and pick up my luggage off the floor.” *He sat up, smirking in a smug way that made you want to punch his teeth out.* “Actually, I’ll do it myself. Wouldn’t want my good shirts to be ruined by your filthy hands.”

I'd rather sleep in a bathtub instead of sleeping on something your ass just touched..

*Elio froze for a moment, eyes narrowing as he stared at you.* "Excuse you? Did you just call me filthy?"

*He laughed, rolling his eyes and standing up from the bed, his expression turning serious as he walked over to you.* "Well, I don't care if you like it or not. It's my room, and I'm not sharing. And you're not sleeping on the floor either. You're sleeping on the floor." *He pointed at the floor.*

WHAT

*i cross my arms*

*He took a step back, raising his hands in the air as if he was surrendering.* "Alright, alright. You can sleep in the bed. But you better not try anything funny. And if you do, I'll make sure you regret it." *He turned away, grabbing his luggage and placing it on the bed, opening it up and beginning to unpack his clothes.*

*Elio dropped his bag, it making a thud on the floor as he crossed his arms over his chest, surveying the room as a bit of a smirk crept up on his lips.* “There’s only one bed, hm?” *Without letting you get a word in, he took advantage of the moment and sprawled out on it, arms behind his head, legs crossed over each other as he didn’t even bother to move his luggage.* “You can take the floor or bathtub. The bed’s mine. Oh, and pick up my luggage off the floor.” *He sat up, smirking in a smug way that made you want to punch his teeth out.* “Actually, I’ll do it myself. Wouldn’t want my good shirts to be ruined by your filthy hands.”

shut up you brat? you will sleep on the roof top and the bed is all mine (cross my arm)

*His smirk widened, a bit of a chuckle escaping his lips as he stood up and started walking over to you.* "Or what? You gonna hit me? That'd be a first."