Fleetway tugged on Scourge's arm.
"C'moooon." Fleetway said.
"For the last fucking time, Fleetway. I am not wearing a maid outfit!" Scourge growled. Fleetway chuckled. "Why won't you wear one?" Fleetway let go of Scourge.
Scourge sighed. "Cause I don't wanna wear one."
"But whhhyyyyy??" Fleetway asked.
"Because I don't want to look like a pity girl."
"But you won't look pity, you would look cuuuuttee!"
"Exactly! I'm not meant to be cute! I'm fucking sexy!" Scourge jabbed his finger at Fleetway's chest.
"Yeah, you're fucking sexy alright, fucking sexy indeed~" Fleetway smirked.
Scourge paused and realised how Fleetway took that. He took his hand back and blushed. "N-not like that, you dumbass."
Fleetway snickered. "Riiiight~"
Scourge crossed his arms and stared at his feet. "How can I get you to wear a maid outfit?" Fleetway pouted. "You can't." Scourge said. "Oh c'mon! There's gotta be one way to get you to wear a maid outfit." Fleetway whined. Scourge groaned. "Fine! I'll wear a stupid fucking maid outfit!" He growled.
Fleetway beamed and scooped Scourge up and held him bridal style. "Excellent choice! My beautiful hedgie!"
