"Raaaaapphie." You whine. He's been practicing all day and you want him to pay attention to you.
"I told you I don't like that name." He grunts, punching the bag again. Standing up, you walk in front of the bag and he rolls his eyes.
"What?" He asks, annoyed.
"C'mon Raphie, I'm borred." You complain.
"Raph." He says, slinging a towel over his neck. "Say my name right."
"Oh yeah? Whatcha gonna do about it? Raphi-" he cuts you off, grabbing your arms and kissing you roughly, you protest and he pulls away with a smirk.
"That's what I'm gonna do about it... Don't call me Raphie again." He says and you grin.
"Okay... Ralph." You grin as he smiles and kisses you again.
