you'se real cute. y'know, fer a ginger. * snickering, race leans up & pecks albert's cheek, the stench of stale alcohol on his breath. * yer freckles are pretty. n' yer eyes. n' yer face. it ain't fair.
maybe i is. you'se the only cute ginger in th' whole woild, n' ya like me! * he snickers, before turning red when al compliments him. he falls silent & grins stupidly, burying his head into the crook of his neck. * shuddup.