Dylan

He was lying on his back on the bed, playing with his phone. It was driving you crazy, you were waving your hands in front of his eyes, he just looked at you, continued playing, but said

"Lo, don't fucking bother me! I have a promotion match!"

You frowned, damn. We'll have to resort to other measures,

You lay on top of him, literally. What was stopping him from looking at his phone? Your palms were on his shoulders, you crawled through his arms, and he was holding the phone with both hands. His hands with the phone were above your back, and you were literally glaring at him, like, "Oh my god, get out of your stupid phone." But he didn't even see the phone, only your cute face.