Danilo
"So I'm not allowed to fly with you in your jet because of why?" Kolli pouted as he pet Bobby and Benedito; the ducks not my parents, as they sat on our bed whilst I packed my bags in the closet. He was dressed in black shorts showcasing his strong long legs, his upper half covered in a black tank that displayed his arms and the tattoos running up.
He had recently gotten his hair braided into cornrows in the spirit of fashion week and I had to admit, I loved everything about it.
"You know why," I glared at him. We had been having the same argument for the past two days and no matter how I described it to Kolli he just plainly refused to listen to me.
"Oh because of your little boyfriend," he sang like a complete child.
"He's not my boyfriend and stop acting adolescent."
