Rule 1: Have fun(but when you're done you better be the first to run).
He smiled and cackled as Cronas tossed another object, tears heavy in his voice, "Fuck you Rufio! I thought you lowved me!"
It was true, Rufio did tease the lame greaser boy and promise him affection but the whole gig got boring after a week. Sure he was loaded but it wasn't worth the sloppy kisses and horrid music(could it even be called that?). He initiated the break-up and tried not to smile at the broken look that arised, it was too much fun, playing with people's emotions.
Her laugh echoed into his ears and he felt his heart drop, even now she was haunting him.(Why was he doing the exact same thing she used to?) He completely forgot about the poser and instead recalled his own wretched heartbreak, how the pain sliced right through his chest and made him cry for days. His pride was the last thing he cared about at the time, instead he was focused on mending the shattered organ.
After their rendevou of pain she continued to flaunt her relationships and continuously hurt him, to toy with the lingering feelings until he couldn't take it anymore.
He ran away with his tail between his legs, he conceded defeat and let himself become the ultimate victim of love. Just saying the word made a bitter taste come up in his mouth, he vowed to never be vulnerable again. If it happened he would just run away-
Soon the boy became violent and he was forced to flee from the scene, he simply wished he had more time to savor the heartbreak.
After he absconded the fuck away he began to survey the area, he had a few suitors already, why not let them have a piece of the fun? He quickly looked through his phone and found the perfect person, calling her up and pretending to be hurt by his recent break-up.
"I know he's so lame, how about we try to cheer you up? Maybe we should go out and puuuurty!" she giggles at her own lame cat-pun and he forces a laugh, concocting a plan and making his next move.