Brows arched at the implication that since Mao did not know Vaughn’s base level of roughness he should maybe be careful what he wished for. Yeah right. He gave a little snorting laugh, not too mean, and shook his head without comment. This really was some terrible flirting, but they were guilty of it on both sides. Mao liked to flirt even though most would say he wasn’t very good at it. Too immature.
“Yeah, well, the food looked good but it tasted like shit. I’ve seen the behind the scenes and everyone spat the stuff out after a take.” Talking about behind the scenes extras was probably a dorky thing to do. If he had been sitting with anyone else, Mao might have caught himself and maybe been embarrassed. Luckily, no matter what, he was confident that Vaughn was the bigger dork between the two of them, so he really had nothing to worry about.
Cute. There was that word again. And the sulky, pouty look that hearing it produced on Mao’s face could only be described as cute too. “Shuuut uuup…” The harmless push Mao then gave Vaughn was also cute. Unless he was a giant monster cat chewing on corpses, Mao was doomed to be adorable. It was his cross to bear.
“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” After a long day at work, a big meal, and a fun movie, Vaughn was probably tired. And, Mao knew that mentioning bed would give him the upper hand again. Because going to bed would lead to thoughts of them in bed together, see? Vaughn getting flustered would be his punishment for calling him cute.