“Don’t sound so sure — I can be VERY petty.” He teases, of course; yet the foreboding promise of being so spiteful enough holds some truth. He supposes Blurr would know that.
Still, the taller’s making no effort to remove the smaller frame, a shadow of his own.
Beyond height, he wonders where the similarities END.
With an upwards bounce of a thigh, he enjoys a physical interaction that doesn’t have him bordering on paranoia-induced sickness and the anxiety that comes with forcing it into submission.
“—So, are you gonna buy a drink?”
“I can imagine,” Blurr responds with a knowing sort of smile, an inside joke concerning just how well he knows their shared pettiness. Still, he won’t, and Blurr happily makes himself at home in his taller self’s lap.
The bounce has him jolting, a laugh catching in his throat. “Maybe,” he purrs, teasing his counterpart. “I didn’t bring any credits, but... maybe I can find a different way to pay.” He punctuates this with a salacious waggle of his eyeridges.