“C’mon, (Name) just… Take the apple. No one is going to notice it’s gone.” Warren mumbled under his breath, poking at your cheek with his wing.
“Or be the better person, and ask for one.” Kurt retaliated, sitting snug on your shoulder, “nothing bad ever comes out of asking.”
“Unless they say no,” Warren laughed bitterly, “it’s one apple, (Name). TAKE IT.”
“dON’T TAKE IT!”
“ThaT’S IT, PRETTY BLUE BOY, I’M GONNA COME OVER THERE AND WRAP THAT TAIL AROUND YOUR NECK.”
“OH JA? I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY.”
“Break his heart.” Warren smirked widely, leaning against your head, “just, crush it (Name)! Send him off crYING!” A dark chuckle emitted from the angel like man on your shoulder. Only, he was no angel.
“But, I don’t want to hur-”
“Then, let him off easy.” Kurt suggested, his accent tickling at your ears, “Just, explain that things aren’t working out…”
“Aren’t working out!?” Warren asked, “what is this, a dysfunction gym!?”
You laughed at that, but stopped when you looked down at Kurt, who was frowning. “It’s better than crushing the poor guy. He was nice to (Name).”
“I’d be nice to (Name) too if I was normal sized,” Warren informed his angelic counter part, “They’re hot.”
“Can we stop talking about me like I’m not right here?”
Kurt snarled slightly, “Beautiful is a better word.”
“Guys.” You peeped.
“Bangin’.” Warren sided.
“Pretty.”
“Smokin’.”
“Gorgeous.” Kurt uttered.
You raised your hand awkwardly to shut them both up, “Right here, and can hear everything you’re saying.”
But picture this: Kurt and Warren as the shoulder angel and shoulder devil from The Emperor’s New Groove. (It’s even better because Kurt is totally the angel and Warren is the devil :P)
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