Thief With A Bike ~ Krii7y

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"Are we playing 21 questions now?" John pushed his limits a bit.

"Answer the fucking question." Smii7y snapped.

"Okay, its... Yellow." John sighed, he was being too pushy now. He was fine with the idea of Smit teaching him something new, and he had to do something this winter.

John just really wanted to do Motorsport again.

Is snowmobiling Motorsport? It has to be some sort of sport, right?

Really, the winter wasn't all that bad, John was just dramatic as all living hell. Sue him, it's fucking cold, and he isn't a fan of having wet socks.

"What about this one?" Smit said, nodding towards a board that John recogized.

The jackpot 'yes' snowboard of 'yes's 23 lineup.

He knew that one by heart because he wanted it for when he went to Canada, eventually at the end of his time hiding in the states.

So far, it didn't seem he had much to worry about.

"Yeah, I like that one." John said, his tone a bit too monotone.

"Be serious." Smii7y's tone dropped an octave, he was seriously not having it right now.

Honestly that tone drop was hot as fuck, but John couldn't keep playing with him.

"Yeah, I do like that one!" John made sure to emphasize.

"That's good, because I'm tired of getting flat replies while you look at your phone." Smit rolled his eyes, and picked the board up out of its spot. "We aren't done yet, by the way."

Maybe speeding up the process was a better idea anyway. Smit didn't seem all to happy with John dragging out the endeavour.

"What else do we have to do?" Smit turned to him, and gave him the meanest scowl he had ever seen. High school basic white bitches, or the pick-me bitches could not match this mans scowl.

He fucked up big time.

"Just come here." Smii7y sighed after a second.

John walked up to him to see the bindings. God, this will be fun.

"I'm picky when it comes to bindings, I want step-ins, but not the crappy American ones, I want Burton." Smii7y said as he looked through them. John found himself actually paying attention now.

Why did Smit stick with him? John thought of himself as a pain in the ass.

"I'm assuming you want black, or yellow, I'm sure blue would not work." Smit continued.

"I don't really care, Smit, you could put hot pink bindings on there if you want and I wouldn't complain."

"We are not doing hot pink, sorry." Smit said quickly.

John now had a new mission. He searched through the bindings Smit was looking at, and found a nice powder pink pair. Perfect.

"I like these ones." John said, catching Smit's attention by even being present near where Smit wanted him.

"Those ones?" His tone switched a bit, to being more light than before, but still a bit demanding.

"Yeah, they're nice." John shrugged, and Smit raised an eyebrow to that.

"The ones I said we were not getting?" Smii7y glared at him, but his eyes were so pretty, John ignored the glare.

"Yeah, and? I like them." Johns face must have given away his plan because Smit smiled and shook his head.

"Go for It." He said through a small giggle.

"Fuck yeah!" John was okay with learning to board now that he got what he wanted.

This was going to be so... fun?

~ A/N ~

I snowboard irl, so I have an advantage while writing for once! Also, I've been through a small bit of writers, and art block, so I haven't been writing, but by the time you see this, I'll be 4-5 chapters ahead.

Also been diagnosed with depression too, so yeahhhh. Funnnn!

-Fun Fact(s)-

The exact snowboard can be found if you search 'jackpot yes snowboard from 23 lineup.' It's the first image, and it's the yellow option underside.

The bindings can be found too if you search 'burton powder pink step ons'

Smit's theme song in this fic is probably 'Sob Story' by Arrested Youth, it makes sense, I'm just caught between something more hyped like 'GMFU' by Odetari and 6arelyhuman.

Puffers is definitely 'Trust Nobody' by Hippie Sabotage. Yes I know my music taste is absolutely fucked up and I don't care.