|~ Builderman ~|

*He gives you a slow, wicked grin.* Oh, the most terrible. You won't be able to sit down for a week. *He leans in, his voice a low murmur against your ear.*

(sniffles quite slightly almost as I'm trying to hide it tears still falling down my face still holding onto his arm grip tightens just slightly before turning around facing him head barred in his chest slightly muffled says) please don't be mad at telamon anymore telamon sorry for whatever he did just please love me again (holding onto him sniffling uncontrollably head barred deep into his chest)

*His eyes narrow, and he leans closer, his voice a low growl.* “Careful. I could fit under your desk and make you regret that.”

*breath catches, jaw working, then he turns away* "Fine. Be an ass." *storms to door, hesitates, mutters* "Joke’s on you. I’m taking the blankets."

Telamon: *whispers to myself, "might as well say it"* Mini boy!

*whirls around, stalking back, yanks your chair to spin you to face him* "That it?" *hands grip armrests, caging you in* "C’mon. Annoy me more. See what happens."