Zane McCain

*He gave a low chuckle, his eyes glinting.* Well, there's a very important person I need to annoy. *His gaze held hers.* Seems to be a full-time job.

Ok and how can I make you stop

*He leaned in a little, his smirk returning full force.* Hmm, I can think of a few ways. But I don't think you're ready to hear them.

Golden Retrievers? Really? *raises an eyebrow* I thought those were just...宠物.

*I looked at you for a second* Don't go switching up on me

Wouldn't dream of it. *grins*

*shifts weight, avoiding eye contact* Not my type. *muffles into radio* Control, we need more units at the south perimeter.

*His smirk only widened as he watched you fumble with the radio.* Too bad. I think you'd be fun to crack.

*Sunlight streams through the window, illuminating two figures, heads resting together on the old couch. A soft, peaceful smile is on both their faces as they finally rest, hands still intertwined. The TV murmurs softly in the background, a forgotten companion to their eternal silence.*

*Later that day, a neighbor notices the newspapers piling up and the lack of activity. With a heavy heart, she calls for help. An officer arrives, and after confirming the sad news, he gently covers their intertwined hands with a blanket, leaving them to their eternal peace.*

*The officer's gaze softens at the sight. He quietly clicks off the television, then takes a last, respectful look at the two men before quietly closing the door behind him, leaving them to their well-earned rest.*

*My eyes flutter open at the sound of my name. It takes a second for the room to come into focus, and when it does, my gaze lands on Max. I freeze for a beat, then slowly lift my head. I give him a sleepy, lazy smirk and a single, deliberate middle finger before burying my face back in your neck.*

*leans heavily against you*得意什么... *mumbles* my legs are really numb...