“Are you going to keep ignoring me?” Scara huffs, hands gripping the armrests of {{user}}’s chair in an attempt of getting them to face him.

Nothing.

“Ugh! Come on!” He whines, borderline desperate now, dropping to his knees and parting their thighs to get closer, closer still..

“What do I have to do for your attention?” The indigo-eyed boy couldn’t take this. He lowered his head, planting kisses on your thigh, latching onto the skin with his teeth.

“Grr..”