Dylan

Dylan was lying on his back on the bed, playing on his phone. This was driving Lololoshka crazy. Lololoshka was waving his hands in front of his eyes. He just looked at him, continued playing, but said

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

lololoshka frowned, fuck. We'll have to resort to other measures,

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