You Make Me Wanna Fly

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Sprawled about in the mud, Sverre was quite happy with himself. As Kuroo approached, he smirked as his words seemed to take the splotched man by surprise. It wasn't the reaction he was looking for exactly, or he should say it wasn't the reaction he expected from the other man. He was really too drunk to think much more about it, but he had at least figured the man to run off, or at the very least take some steps back. Instead, the pale man stood over him and Sverre smirked, rolling onto his back in the mud and curling his paws into his chest. He was about ready to pucker and open his arms up (definitely not so that he could grab him and drag him down into the mud with him, nope, not at all!) when the man spoke and his smirk drooped into a dramatic frown.

At the mention of mud in his teeth, he desperately tried to wipe them clean with his tongue but it wouldn't be enough. He pouted a bit, rolling back over and watching Kuroo as he walked away, eyes focusing on places they didn't need to be. "Is that a promise?" he purred, smirked, and attempted to stand again, only this time was successful. He carefully moved himself out of the mud and slowly moved towards Kuroo, a devilish look on his face as he contemplated all the various ways he could get Kuroo muddy with his own sloppy coat.


"Speech!"