 Snake disguised as Raven Browncoat
Kellen scrunched his lips to the side, irritated. At what, exactly, he didn't really know. He crossed his arms, "Well if we were dating, we sure aren't any more." Did it count as dating if you'd never actually gone anywhere together?
He'd drop it? Yeah huh, that was doubtful. Still, if they would at least stop talking about it, he guessed... ah, what the hey. Fletcher was probably walking around with his chest puffed out about it. If Kellen couldn't deflate it, someone else was welcome to.
"I don't suppose you're familiar with Duncan Fletcher?" |