"One… two…"
A groan sounded out from beneath Grey.
"Hey, can you shut the fuck up, I'm trying to count here," Grey clicked his tongue, "now I need to start again. Alright. One… two…"
Brad sighed. "We're never going to have a moment of peace again, are we?"
Mauve actually laughed. She tried to stop, but it wasn't working at all. The stifling only made her sound more ridiculous, almost like she was drowning in the middle of an ocean without a lick of swimming experience.
Her hands fell to her knees and she bent over, finally letting it out.
"That's it, then." Amunet sighed as well. "He finally broke her."
"He's going to break me soon too, I don't know how much longer I can keep this up."
"Be a man." Amunet said.
"Those are some really backwards moral standards you've got there. What if I said get in the kitchen?"
"Sure. Point me toward the kitchen. You think I want to do this shit?"
"Touche, touche."
