[Johan's POV]
Johan pulled on his red zip-up hoodie and faced Russell. "Do I look okay?"
Sat on the bed while playing on his phone, Russell cast him a quick glance, then scoffed. "Are you dressing up to impress a certain someone? Stop being picky with what you fucking wear. It's just a birthday party."
Lips curling into an irrepressible smile, Johan walked over to Russell and crumpled the concentrated face. When he received a growl, he started pressing random game buttons on Russell's phone. His hand got slapped, but he didn't stop until the character died.
"The fuck!" Russell threw his phone on the pillows and tackled Johan onto the bed. "You little shit! I was about to win!"
"No, you're not." Johan laughed, pushing away the hand that dug to his ticklish side. "Stop it! You suck!"
"Hah?! Suck my dick, bitch!"
"Gladly!"
