You Make Me Wanna Fly

He heard the sultry purr of Sverre's words. If the man hadn't been so drunk, he might have been swayed more. Maybe it was because he had never been drunk before. No one had ever told him that drunk words were sober thoughts. As disappointed as he wanted to be in Sverre's shenanigans, he couldn't help but laugh at the image of Sverre being completely coated in mud. Sitting firm with his paws digging into the dirt, he watched Sverre carefully in case the man were to slip and fall again.

Narrowing his eyes as Sverre began to stalk closer to him with a devilish smirk, Kuroo raised a brow. "Will you remember come tomorrow if I do promise?" He retorted back as his own lips peeled up into a smile. As the man crept closer to him, his ears pressed forward and face tilted to the side. "What are you intending to do mister muddy?" Kuroo teased as he tried to scoot back on his butt, guessing what Sverre possibly was attempting to do...

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