dumbshow | probably not depressing

[Knuckle gets out first and goes around, leaning on the trunk for a few minutes in some sort of a laughing fit before he makes it to Shoot's door and hears him out. That just sets off some more laughter.]

But you already have four.

[GET IT...... He laughs and leans in to help him, only to fall across his lap. Give him a minute.]

[Shoot is too miserydrunk for this... He stares up at Knuckle like there's no reply to that he could give that isn't going to make both of them angry- and then Knuckle falls over on him.

This cab driver is very patient, bless his soul.]

You are drunk. [Thank you, Shoot. He tugs on the back of Knuckle's collar a little, like that will help him get up. Come on...]

Hell no I'm not! I'm appreciating my time with you, shut up!

[What does that have to do with anything? It makes sense in his mind, though, and at the collar tugs, he pulls back just enough to scoop his arms under Shoot's arm, and then his knees.

He sure is picking him up. It must be a terrifying first few seconds where he wobbles out of the car and kicks the door closed, but after that, he seems... relatively stable. Despite the height difference.]

See? Who's drunk, now! [NOT HIM. He's marching towards their house or apartment or whatever it is.]

[Shoot doesn't comprehend what's about to happen here until it's too late and he's being picked up. This isn't what he asked for at all- he could handle mutual slouching but not being carried. It's all he can do to clutch at Knuckle's collar until he's more sure he's not about to meet pavement.

Not that it would be the first time. But let's not make that into a pattern. And let's call it an apartment for convenience's sake!! Onward to the apartment.

Shoot's brain will catch up with his embarrassment in a moment - he's definitely crimson, what the hell, Knuckle.]

This is the most drunk you've ever been! [no, it definitely isn't.]

You're just shy, Shoot!

[He laughs at that, too, stumbling a bit when he gets closer, but again, catching himself. How exciting this ride must be. When it comes to getting in through the door, he can at least buzz them in with his foot and push through doors backwards, and then there's an elevator.

Second floor here they come!]

This isn't drunk! My BAC couldn't be over .09%, not a chance! Maybe if I had a few more... [Then he'd beat his record?? His record is far from this.]

[He has no defense for that, it's not wrong, despite how being carried around bridal style has little to do with regular shyness!! It's- this is so-!! Humiliating and potentially dangerous, given the stumbling. He only has one arm to hold on tighter with, be careful.

Thankfully there's no one else out and about to witness this... He's glad, again, that they didn't invite Morel. Perish the thought.]

Don't- don't do math about being drunk. [stop. you. stop.

This elevator ride is the longest of his life. He wastes half of it wondering if he should demand to be put down but then thinks Knuckle would pick him up again anyway at the end, and- then he spends the other half just being generally embarrassed, then makes a noise of pointed discomfort when the elevator lurches to a halt at the right floor. Too much alcohol, too much moving, bury him here.]

[More laughing at that.]

I'll do math whenever the hell I wanna do math! [He finds this amusing, too, apparently.] By the way, you're heavier than you look.

[That counts as math. But look, the door's open, and Knuckle is heading out. He'll finally let Shoot drop to his feet when he has to dig through his pockets for the key to the door-- but he'll keep one arm around him the whole time. Perfect.]

[At least one of them is having fun...]

I'm taller than you. [As much sense as that makes as an argument. He might be spindly, but he's also obnoxiously tall, so that- is why?? Stop mathing him. And he's glad to get his feet back on the ground, as much as that makes him kind of dizzy as well - he has to hold onto Knuckle's collar still, urgh.

It sure would be nice if he could move much by himself without faceplanting onto the floor right now! Please leave him on a couch, he'll stare meaningfully at one as soon as they hobble inside.]

I accounted for that already, idiot!

[RUDE??? But anger hardly seems to last, right now, and he ushers them inside and shuts the door sloppily. Luckily for Shoot, they are headed right for the couch.

Unfortunately for Shoot, Knuckle kind of drops him onto it. It's an accident. He's busy looking around the apartment.]

Hey, wait a second, where's Mel... Meleoron? [Does he live with them?? Or just hang out??? It's a mystery but Knuckle thought he'd be here and he hasn't popped out yet.]

[Point for the couch, immediately withdrawn for dropping him. Shoot lands with an oof, and while it's a very uncomfortable few seconds after that while he adjusts to falling gracelessly, he manages to get himself totally upright.

And where is Mel-meleoron, good question... Shoot looks around as much as he can, half-heartedly and from the couch.]

He must not be here. [Why would he hide from them, after all. They're pals!! He cries as much as they do!] Are we waiting for him?

Not a chance! [Snooze you lose! Maybe he's off meeting lizard ladies, they just don't know. So, grabbing the remote from wherever it's shoved, he squeezes himself onto the couch beside Shoot. Maybe too close. He's misjudged personal space here.]

It's his loss for running off! Let's see heeeeere... [I'll have you know he's rolling all his r's.] Horror and action, horror and action... Hey, do you know any like that?

[How many lizard ladies are out there?? Shoot hums, and doesn't actually object to being stuck to on the couch. Ordinarily he might object to continuously bumping into Knuckle, but it's sort of-

and he definitely won't be saying this out loud-

it's sort of helping him ignore how out of it he feels the exact way being carried around the building didn't. It's okay- it's just fine, in fact.

On the other hand, he's not paying any attention to the movie selection at all until he's prompted.]

Um- no, I don't think so. [He almost follows that with "try something with monsters," buuut maybe not, after NGL. No. Instead,] Try something with... killers?

[or pick a title at random and pray, but]

Killers... [He laughs, for some reason, pulling up the menu to type in some search words. He'd probably have some fancy program like this, so.] Killers are pretty common.

[From the results that all just popped up, yes, thank you. He leans into Shoot a little, nudging at him with the remote before pointing back to the screen.]

Hey, look at this poster. [For the movie on screen, which is showcasing a woman covered in blood, with long black hair, wielding about six knives at once.] It's Palm.

[Ah yes, Hunter OnDemand, like Hunter Google. Shoot is content to sit there because he thinks his suggestion was really good, thanks, and it's a testament to how out of it he is that he thinks that at all.

It was great...]

Hm? [He stopped paying attention again, but- 'It's Palm.' By some miracle, Shoot actually laughs; it's a sort of wheeze, into his hand as he tries to make it sound like a cough, but he sure did just laugh. At Palm's expense, ah.]

She's going to know you said that, somehow.

A vengeful lover... Obsessive... Stalker??

[This sounds creepy, but he's laughing between descriptions, leaning on Shoot even more as he slaps his knee.] Look, she attacks multiple victims in her jealousy! Let's watch this one!

[Shoot shakes his head, futilely trying to contain another laugh. No, she'll skin them—!]

That's not- not funny! [help] That doesn't even look like her.

[don't say it, Shoot, don't stoop to that brute level-] Not anymore.

[He's trying to hold back his laughter, because she might be looking through her crystal ball and be ready to kill them, but he can't. And so he resorts to shaking horribly in place and turning away from Shoot to bury himself in the couch pillows instead.

He is gone, he is so gone. Laughing and out of control.]

[No, don't leave him here, he has nothing to look at but that poster still on the screen. He laugh-wheezes one last time before leaning over slightly to tug on Knuckle again. He has the remote...!]

Knuckle- you need to pick something else-

Like heeeeeell!

[He wiggles and sits up, holding the remote high and to the side (well, high for him) with a laugh.] I've got to see this one! Look, this other guy looks like our Master--!

[He's choking, he can't take this. And the guy he thinks looks like Morel is just a huge buff old dude with a tiny pipe. It was hard to notice at first, but he's with a line of faces at the bottom. So.]

[The other guy looks like-? Shoot stops his half-hearted swiping for the remote and looks.

Well, the guy doesn't really look like Morel, but there's enough alcohol in his system to make him think he really does, a lot, which only revitalizes his quest to get that remote.]

What if he comes in-? [You know, because someone here did just get out of the hospital today and visitors wouldn't be unheard of. They can't be watching Palm stab Morel to death!!

And this is the moment Shoot desperately misses the remote and falls over Knuckle's lap. Yep, this is as embarrassing as it was the other way around in the cab...]

[He's going to hold it out of the way in every way he can, despite his height, and luckily, Shoot falls over at a perfect time. Knuckle laughs uproariously again, leaning over Shoot there without a care in the world.

Stay squashed then, fool, he's got the remote safe like this!!]

There's no way he'll notice unless we point it out! Except for... Palm... Hahahaha!

[Shoot needs a moment to sort out why he just tried to push himself back up, but suddenly couldn't... Oh, it's Knuckle doing something weird!! He's less concerned about the movie now, turning his head so he's- still squished, but frowning sideways up at Knuckle. Add "sore neck" to his list of ailments.]

I can't see from here.

[yes

that is the problem]

You shoulda thought of that before!

[Because he's still laughing, and he's still staying right here for a few more seconds. By the time he's finish, he sits back in the couch and clutches the remote to his chest, to shield it from any further attempts.]

Look... Look, Shoot. No one will know but us!

This isn't my fault- [He objects, finally able to push himself back up to sitting by the last word. If he digs the heel of his hand into Knuckle's leg just to be a jerk, it's mostly because he's too drunk to care.

And a little bit of the other thing. Now he glances between Knuckle and the TV a few times, as if deciding whether or not he should try to get the remote anyway... He decides to take a third option, standing up abruptly - wobbling, then shuffling his way carefully to the tiny loser kitchenette.

He stumbles only a little on the way, and then looks over the tiny loser dividing counter and simply states:] Snacks.

[snacks will save him from being embarrassed on the couch (for five minutes)]

Do you want chips?

[He's still frowning about the hand digging into his leg when Shoot moves to the 'kitchen' for snacks. Hooking his elbows over the back of the couch, he leans back, tilting his head back too to try and steal a glance.]

Hey, don't fall over. I don't want to have to get up and pick you up. [That's a good, friendly reason to say that.]

Yeah, bring over some chips! The spicy ones. [Whatever they're called, he forgets right now.] Then I'll start the movie.

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i can't believe this is the tag that christens this rare smiling icon, loud sigh

AMAZING I'm so proud of myself

this is horrible LMAO ADULTS... GROWN MEN

GROWN MEN CHILDREN

goodbye knuckle

rip both of them

how is it getting dweebier

because it's them

you're an enabler

I always enable knuckleshoot being dweebs, more neutral icons will come eventually sIGHS

is knuckle ever neutral

in the rare moments between his 50 expressions in a row