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"Whatever," he rolled to his side, and pulled his phone out of his back pocket. "Don't go thinking this shit means anything though. Its just a number, for when....we want to shag, or snog, or whatever." Nothing gay. Right?
He all but threw his phone at Avery, though, scowling at the remarks about not putting enough effort into things. Like he'd know anything about it, as self-absorbed as Avery was.
"You're coy act is annoying, you want to know so bad what it is like that your practically bursting." He paused then, before shrugging. So what if the other boy wanted to know, it wasn't like either of them could afford to run off telling anyone. "I used Temero. It is supposed to cause this deep bruises and open wounds. Rather painful, I guess, given the way the thing screamed when I hit it. It could barely fly, wasn't so hard to catch it then."
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