“maybe they should invent a higher sunscreen. what about over two thousand spf?” he’s teasing, quirking a brow at you.

the skin he’s wearing makes his skin much paler, giving him the appearance of a vampire, with the cutest fangs poking out through his lips.

you quirk your own brow back at him, putting your head on a tilt.

“what?” voice always so blunt, but he crosses his arms with a furrowed brow.