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[sidepony]

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[sidepony]

[He's trying to say Knuckle is a big softy who needs to stop, but he'll give up on that to sigh at him and reach over to sort of flop a hand against his chest. Lie back down, he's still wary of the inevitable getting sick...]

I'm not saying they aren't! You're the one who started talking about them.

[... ffffine] I don't mind them.

[madbank]

Only 'cause you were trying to be cool.

[Acting like he didn't put off fighting for a month, please!! He nearly swats the hand away until that last comment, which has him grinning and laughing like it's something hilarious.]

So I was right! I knew it! [YEAH he guessed correctly! Okay, okay, he'll lay back down, rocking the bed as he goes again since he can't seem to sit still at all ever.

He doesn't wanna sleep.]

[sidepony]

[Trying and failing to be cool, ah. He pulls back his hand to put his arm over his eyes; whether out of shame or headache discomfort is anyone's guess. Both.]

Okay, you win. I underestimated you.

[Go to sleep.]

[madbank]

You did!

[Ah, look at him, so proud of himself. Rather than sleep, though, he reaches over with a hand to nudge at Shoot again.]

Hey, Shoot. Last night wasn't so bad, was it?

[sidepony]

[What if Shoot just went to sleep right now, instead of answering? He doesn't lift his arm from covering his face, honestly thinking about it... Maybe if he pretends to be asleep-]

It... [He remembers all the parts he'd rather forget, ironically and abruptly, and that almost colors his response until the less horrible memories trickle in. Well, he certainly isn't hoping for a repeat anytime soon, but okay.] ... I had fun.

[He says miserably, with a miserable expression.]

[madbank]

[That's the answer he was hoping for, and yet, it's one he wasn't expecting. Especially with that face... Is he supposed to believe that?!!?]

Really? [It's pretty lame to sound startled after asking it himself, but... Really.

He pauses, facing the ceiling again and closing his eyes. He even crosses his arms over his chest as if they're not lying in bed together pretending they're not.]

Hey, you better not be lying, y'hear me? [Just to be clear.] But for the record, I had fun, too.

[sidepony]

[Shoot winces; okay, so he isn't that good at sounding convincing... But he means it! Really, it was—fun. He remembers things that were fun, at the very least.]

I'm not lying. It was fun.

[But while they're on the subject...] Next time, let's not play that game.

[Yet another pause, and he moves his arm just slightly enough to peer one-eyed at Knuckle. Ah, did he say something weird...] If- if you want to do it again, that is.

[madbank]

[He's still crossing his arms, eyes closed up at the ceiling like he's tough and cool and distant-- but those words slowly make him relax. Eventually, a smile breaks through.]

Haha, you got it! Next time, one or two drinks only. Sound okay? [He'll never stop at that amount himself. But. You know.] We can even watch that water movie if you want!

["water movie"]

[sidepony]

[Water movie. That part he almost forgot.] Oh- maybe. It looked interesting...

[Speaking of interesting things- This part he actually uncovers his whole face for, whoa.]

Where did you throw the books?

[madbank]

[He opens his mouth and has to pause, thinking back on the books. Where did he put the books?? They were in the taxi, and then... What. Did they take them out of the car? He carried Shoot...

No, he definitely remembers having them in his hand! He thinks.

Give him a minute here.]

Uhh... They're probably in the kitchen or something. [Ideally.] I put 'em wherever.

[sidepony]

[Ah, so he'll never be able to read that book he picked up at random... And Knuckle will never be able to make dumb commentary about that werewolf book at him. Pity?

He sighs.] I told you that you were too drunk.

[But instead of pursuing that, he turns to lie on his side as best he can when trying to move as little as possible, pretending they aren't sharing a bed. Yes, this is very comfortable, great plan moron.]

Look for them later. Part of this agreement was that you go to sleep!

[madbank]

I said I wasn't drunk! Not as drunk as I coulda been...

[So shut up, punk. He pulls his arms back and off his chest to rest behind his head, instead. He doesn't seem to mind taking up a fair amount of bed space, even if he is pretending they're not sharing one right now.]

Yeah, yeah, sleep, I got it already! But we agreed you would too, remember? So stop talking! I can't sleep if you keep saying things.

lamenting my icons part 8967

[sidepony]

[As if he's the chatty one...! But alright, he'll stop talking. That's easy, and he's definitely not the type to keep talking a little while longer just to prove his point- when the point is shutting up and sleeping.

So. He moves again to pillow his arm under his head and very pointedly shuts his eyes. Sleep.

Please just sleep.]

laughs at despite my own

[madbank]

[His eyes are already closed, and well... To be fair, he is trying to sleep. Shoot might almost be relaxed by the peace and quiet until it's ruined by some sort of humming coming from Knuckle.

It's intense focus! Thinking! He doesn't realize he's making a noise with it. But there's so much to think about and his head is killing him, how can he sleep?!]

very serious naps

[sidepony]

[Once he's actually trying to sleep, Shoot forgets about the awkwardness of the situation. Not having to see Knuckle so close helps, right up until he has to hear him instead.

Damn it. Shoot tries studiously to ignore him, fails, and covers Knuckle's mouth with a nen hand unceremoniously. Maybe he'll get the point...]

they're serious about everything

[madbank]

[What the--!! He notices, that's for sure, but he doesn't want your gross not-hands on his face, Shoot! Reaching up, he tries to pry it away. And regardless of how well that goes, he's yelling.]

SHOOT!!! [He did nothing wrong!]

truer words never spoken

[sidepony]

[Well now that he's yelling anyway, Shoot doesn't need to keep smothering him. That hand just bobs out of the way and hovers, waiting. Possibly to smack Knuckle in the face, it's hard to tell.

Shoot still hasn't opened his eyes, he is sleeping.]

You're making noises. Can't you just sleep? What's wrong?

[He can guess, but still.]

[madbank]

Nothing, damn it! I'm just thinking!

[He thinks before he sleeps, leave him alone! He's got his eyes open now, eyeing that floating hand like it might come at him again. Cut it out.]

Put that thing away. I wasn't trying to make any noises!

[sidepony]

[Thinking isn't supposed to be so noisy. Shoot sighs, aggravated, but after another few seconds the hand dissipates like it was never there. because I guess it's not real I guess I decided that just now]

If you aren't comfortable enough to sleep, then this is pointless. [He's assuming "thinking" means "not going to say the bed is too small but it's much too small," here. What a specific assumption...

But it's one that has him sitting up now, ready to just stand and leave.]

"ash your shipping is so obvious" SHUT UP I DO WHAT I WANT

[madbank]

It's not about comfort!

[IDIOT. He refrains from saying that this time, instead just reaching up and hooking an arm around wherever works. Chest, shoulders, waist-- he'll work it what he's got, dragging Shoot back down to the bed.]

Don't try and get out of this now! It's too late! You're the one who came up with this dumb idea.

i'm right here with you

[sidepony]

[Don't worry, he can practically hear the "idiot" on the end there. But before he can insist on just going to lie down on the couch, or something, he's being pulled ungracefully back down.

He lands with a whump (a whump of despair), and it takes a moment after his mind shorts out a bit for him to do anything but boggle at Knuckle in some kind of weak shock.

However, when he reaches up (with his real arm, don't whine) to push at Knuckle, he goes right for his face instead of the arm around him. Excuse you!!]

It- it was you, I didn't-!

g o o d

[madbank]

Ow, ow, hey! [He pushes his face against that hand, pulling himself closer just to spite. Cut it out, he's making a point here!]

You're the one who wanted me to sleep! I just added rules. [Unfair rules.] Stop trying to run away and just relax! We're partners, aren't we?! Why are you so freaked out all the time!

descends into ship hell

[sidepony]

[No?? That's the opposite of what he wanted to happen! He tries to pull away, until the reality that there's only so much bed here sinks in and he has to recognize that this option is just slightly preferable to the same situation, but collapsed on the floor from falling over the edge.

That doesn't freak him out any less. He looks tragic. He also won't put his hand back down; it's a barrier now, sorry this is kind of rude...]

I can't relax like this. Stop adding rules! [THAT... is the problem, yes.]

yes welcome cackles and plays shippy music

[madbank]

Don't be such a stiff! What's wrong with this?!

[IT'S VERY COMFORTABLE, in fact. Knuckle has the benefit of two arms, so while one stays hooked around Shoot, the other moves to grab the one at his face, trying to force it away.]

There's no reason to be all weird about it!

aaaaaaaaAAAAA

[sidepony]

[That is arm privilege and you are oppressing him. With his arm forced out of the way, Knuckle gets the full brunt of his legitimately mortified stare. Too close, this is much too close—]

Do you even realize what you're doing? [He may die here, on the spot. Right here. Lay him to rest with the busted chair.] Knuckle—

Is this supposed to be getting to know each other better?!

[hmm on second thought, that makes it worse]