BUMPING MARS' BARS (like real men do). killian, skype.

BANG BANG, I'VE PUT AN ARROW THROUGH YOUR HEART
SURRENDER NOW TO MY KINGDOM, I'M THE QUEEN OF HEARTS

rolling his eyes, kian snorted outright as he shook his head. "you just get more and more cocky the more i get to know you," he raised an eyebrow, humming softly as if in debate. fingers curling round his own ankles from where they were crossed atop his chair, he tilted his head to the side. "what would you do if i told you that you weren't that hot though? i mean, we both know that not many people are up to par with yours truly, so."

"although that might come off as a lie," he laughed, fiddling slightly with the camera strap before looping it over his neck, lifting the device up again a bit. "i mean, considering how many pictures you just gave me permission to take, it would be a pretty big lie to try and fib that i don't find you attractive."

at the boyfriend comment, kian's face only went pinker despite his stellar attempts to keep it down by physically patting his cheeks as if it would clear the blood flooding there. he settled on keeping his hand there, defiantly shaking his head with a wrinkle to the bridge of his nose. "it isn't blushing!" he huffed. "it's just.. cause of lack of sleep. yeah. that's it."