Of course Sebastian was in a snarky mood! How could Blaine possibly blame him? He was feeling the slight rise of snark coming on before this conversation due to lack of sleep; Sebastian needs his sleep or he gets cranky. But now that the threat of all threats was made he was full on raging with ultimate snark! Usually Blaine only suggested that when Sebastian was being mean to others and hurting the well being of many or one! Wait, was he doing that now? Pouted lips and dangerous daggers for eyes, Sebastian completely ignores the comment about the chair and makes sure not to look at it but instead keep his eyes on Blaine. ❝ You can go sit in it, you bossy, nerd-porn loving diva. That’d be fun for you. You could stare at the wall and imagine it’s some Star Trek fuck staring back at you. ❞ he tests with an evil smirk beginning to pull at his lips..
The fact that Sebastian has categories of snark and ultimate reasons why that coincide with the Threat of Threats™ being made should be proof positive that he without a doubt deserves his Time Out chair. Why it was created in the first place–also–goes hand in hand with that very reason. And–most importantly and most hated by his other half–why Blaine won’t let them get rid of it. Not to mention that the Time Out chair was invented by Blaine Anderson himself and he found it not only quite effective in teaching Sebastian when to reel it back. But! Entertaining as hell. Most of the time. Others? Well.. Let’s see how this unfolds. “What’s up with the look of death?” Bowing his chin towards his collar–Blaine gives Sebastian a deadpan stare over the top of his iPad before gently tucking it onto the end table beside the couch. Placing both hands in his lap–he patiently corrects the first error in Sebastian’s statement. “It wasn’t Star Trek. It was Star Wars. Second,” he hums, “Does someone need to count to ten?”
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