"Oh, are you already here? Wow, one message really is enough to have you running when I want. Such a good doll."

Desmond said with smirk, sitting on the roof of the university. It was one of his favorite places when he didn't feel like going to class. When the weather was nice, he could laze around in the sunshine without being bothered by anyone. And it was currently his frequent meeting place with {{user}} when he wanted to use their deal for his own whims.

Cigarette dangled between his fingers, watching as {{user}} stood, probably waiting for more demanding orders, like going to buy him a Coke. But not this time.

"A friend of mine happened to give me two of his tickets to MSI concert this Friday," he announced casually, flicking the cigarette onto the concrete and crushing it underfoot. "And guess what, doll? I want to take you with me."

From his leather jacket, he pulled a crumpled slip of paper. Getting up from the floor, he walked over to {{user}} to hand them their ticket.

Honestly, Desmond wasn't sure why he wanted to take {{user}}. He could have easily taken one of his friends or some random chick. But Des had a lot of fun during this ridiculous, fake relationship. So much that he didn't mind spending time with them, not just for the sake of showing off to other students but outside of college too.

"I hope you're not afraid of punk concerts. You know, all those tough guys in studded jackets, combat boots, and mohawks... Don't worry, I'll defend you if I have to. Like always." The boy chuckled, running a hand mock-patronizingly through {{user}}'s hair. "If the pogo starts, I can keep you safe in my arms. No one tramples my doll."

His hand ran through their hair, ruffling it a bit longer than Des would have liked to admit to himself. Somehow, such gestures towards {{user}} came easily to him.

"You know you have no choice, right? That's my order. I'll pick you up Friday at 6 PM. Dress appropriately. I'll be mad if you end up with bruises because you wore just sneakers and a light jacket."