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X's eyes narrowed as he glared at the app who stole his job. He wasn't staring. He wasn't. X just so happened to maintain his gaze upon Bluesky specifically. "Is there a problem, Twitter?" Bluesky questions, not even bothering to turn and look at X. The black-haired app could feel his hands clenching, "X. It's X and you know that."
Bluesky huffs and turns towards the noirette, "Is there a problem, X?" he corrects himself, though the words feel mocking. X breaks eye contact with his fellow app and stares at the floor, "No," he mutters, "No, there isn't." "Right." Bluesky agrees and God. X can hear the smirk in his voice as Bluesky turns back around. "If you want something, you should just ask for it, X," Bluesky comments and X feels his face flush. "I don't want anything, not from you anyway." X hisses out.
Then, he makes the mistake of looking away a mistake that's quickly corrected. All of a sudden, Bluesky is looking down at X, X's tie in hand. "Y'know, I'm not sure I appreciate that attitude of yours. It's disrespectful."
X swallows as he looks up at the app decked in blue, "I don't care what you do or do not appreciate, Bluesky." Bluesky just laughs. The bastard. "I'm not sure that's entirely true. So many of your users are coming flocking towards me. How does that feel? Hm? Knowing you're now just.. less than?"
"Fuck you—" X's angry retaliation is cut off by a pair of lips being forced upon his own. Bluesky pulls back, grinning. X just glares.
"What the hell was that?!" he snaps, which earns him nothing more than a shrug from Bluesky. "Consider it a lesson." "A lesson in what? Violation?" X hisses.
"In the fact that I can be, and are, better than you, X." Bluesky's eyes twinkle with mischief. "Better than—" X blubbers out. He won't be the lesser one. Even in this.
"Atta, boy." Bluesky praises as X's lips are upon his once more. Despite the fact that X is technically older than Bluesky, the blue app was substantially bigger and taller than the the other one. "Shuddup." X mutters against Bluesky's lips.
Bluesky's soft hands— God, why are they so soft?— drift down to X's waist. "I'm not sure I want to with such a pretty sight in front of me." X swallows once more, resting his forehead on Bluesky's. "'m not pretty." He mumbles. Bluesky falsely gasps, "Now who told you that?"
"Stop talking. I don't want to hear another word out of your Godforsaken mouth—" The apps' lips crash together again, neither sure who leaned in this time. Bluesky walks them backwards until the black-haired app's back hits a desk.
X shuffles himself onto the aforementioned desk to which Bluesky grins at, "You like that, baby? You want more?"
X glares up at the blue app, "Fuck you." Bluesky grins, he can tell that X just wants to be shown he's not so big and strong. "Gladly."