Don't Call Me That (Septiplier)
"Yeah?" Jack broke his gaze from the blur of the passing city going by around them, quirking his eyebrow inquisitively at his friend.
Mark side-glanced him from his place in the driver's seat; "You've been awfully quiet. Is something wrong?"
Snorting, Jack waved a hand dismissively, "Miss my beautiful voice already, Fischbach?"
Mark reached over to turn the volume up on the radio.
"Oh fuck you!" The Irishman scolded as he swatted Mark's hand away from the dial. He let out a small giggle, "I'm just thinkin'..."
Mark feigned a look of utter distress, his voice faux-trembling "Oh, the horror..."
"Fucking terrifying, I know." He quipped with a roll of his eyes.
Jack toed off his shoes and pulled his knees to his chest, nestling his noggin against the headrest of the passenger's seat. "It's just..."
A deep exhale.
"I really like it here in LA. Fuck, I'm havin' th'best time these past few days! Collabing with you a-and th'grumps and all..."
"Buuuuut?" Mark drawled out, sparing quick