"Admit
it."
"No."
"Face it."
"No."
"Embrace
it."
"I didn't know your vocabulary was
this big."
Neither the insult nor the withering glower sent his way made the blonds' grin falter, however. He planted his hands on his hips, and circled around his seated friend, who regarded him darkly with his lips pressed together in a thin line.
"Come on, Sasuke-bastard. There's no denying it anymore."
"Indeed," The other snapped, crossing his arms over his chest, "There's nothing to deny as it isn't there."
This, or perhaps the fact the other boy had folded his legs in a ridiculously womanly matter, triggered a giggle from the teen. Eyes shimmering with amusement, he skirted over to the table opposite the cranky one and propped himself onto it, shifting so he was facing the story's anti-hero.
"You know what rhymes with there?" He lisped pointedly, his eyebrows wiggling upwards.
Duck-butt glared even fiercer, pretending not to give a damn. Inside him, however, his guts were dancing around in an overly curious turmoil. His intellect and lust for knowledge (and thus power) had been prodded, and once that was done, there was no more stopping it.
He eyed his antagonist, dropped his arms, folded them again, and then haughtily tossed his head back so he could disdainfully look up at the prankster. "… What?" He finally uttered crudely.
This was exactly what the second youngster had hoped for. He raised a hand, snickered between his fingers with his eyes pinched shut, and then used his other hand to point at Sasuke's crotch, the garment enveloping said limb having convinced him that his friend was, without a doubt, absolutely gay.
"You're wearing pink polka-dotted underwear."