~*Sarv's POV*~
"Woooo!" I yelled as Whitty and I got back to Ruv and Carol. Carol looked at me in disbelief. "What's up cutie pie?"
"You look like a god damn teenager. How are you in your thirties?" Carol asked. I remained silent for a moment, confused. I looked at Ruv who was looking at me with his blank cold stare.
"What?" Ruv asked. "She asked,"
"I... actually did... ask how old you were, since I thought you were a teen," Carol said, regretfully. "Wait, if Sarv is in her thirties, how old are you Ruv?" Carol asked looking at Ruv. Now the three of us were looking at Ruv.
"Sarv should know,"
"Should I?!" I panicked.
Ruv's Face:
"Are you serious? Ruv can remember how old you are but you can't remember his age even though you guys are childhood friends?" Whitty teased. I screamed in distress before remembering Ruv may think that I was challenging him and scream back. I covered my mouth when an old man yelled out for us to be quiet, especially me.
"I'm in my twenties," Ruv said.
"I'm sorry! I forgot," I laughed. "Anway, how old are you two?"
"I'm 20," Whitty said.
"And I'm 19," Carol chirpped.
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A Live Bomb and his Russian Lover (Whitty x Ruv)
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