A/N: Little Thing Before I Get Back To Work :3 Not Proofread

A/N: little thing before I get back to work :3 not proofread

“You suck.”

“Wha-“

“No. Shut it, Qu-Qu. You suck.”

Kit frowned as she swept the floor of the kitchen classroom in Hatchetfield High. She was tired. Of the day, of the overstimulation of loud people, and of Max. Because Max was a dick first and foremost, even as a boyfriend. So, naturally, he’d smashed icing into Peter Spankoffski’s crotch, to which Kit had yelled at him for. And the teacher had not been amused with the two at all. So, they had to clean up the classroom. After school. On a Friday. For the next three weeks.

“Don’t fuckin’ call me that.” Max grumbled, wiping off the counters. He hated when Kit called him ‘Qu-Qu’, something that lead off of QB: Quarterback. She was a little bitch when she felt like it, but Kit and Max matched in that way. They were both little bitches when it came to it. “And I don’t suck. If you hadn’t yelled at me, you wouldn’t have been here. But I think it’s better this way.” He grinned maliciously.

Kit just gave him a deadpan look, her grip on the broom tightening as if she was contemplating chucking it at his head. It was tempting, but she decided against it. “Maybe if you’d stop touching the dicks of my friends…”

Max flushed a light red. “That’s not- you- don’t word it that way! God!”

“Not God, babe, just me.” She snickered, turning away. Kit was nearly done, just needed to swipe up the remains. This, too, was done fairly quickly. Max, however, seemed to take way longer. Kit wasn’t sure why, until she caught Max admiring her ass in the reflection of the window. “Max! Get to work, dickhead!”

“But baby!” Max grinned, sauntering towards Kit. He turned her to face away from him, pinning her at the counter. Max rested his chin on her shoulder, smirking like a devil. “How can I? You’re wearing those shorts and sweating… ‘s hot, pretty.”

Kit huffed, crossing her arms. “Don’t care. Get back to work. No fucking in the kitchen classroom.” Max put on a ridiculous pout, sticking out his bottom lip and giving her puppy eyes. But Kit wasn’t having it. “No. Nuh-uh. Not now.”

…

“You suck.”

“You swallow.”

“You don’t have a dick.”

“In your dreams I do.”

“Stop punching my friends in the dick, Max”

Had to share the nighthawk plushie I drew for my rp blog @kitkatbrown

Wants to draw

Grabs IPad

Sees the 6 unfinished sketches I have

Puts iPad away

Yeah I’ve played men before

(Talking about theatre)

On a side note, I’m giggling too much over this stupid doodle