dumbshow | probably not depressing

[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"]

[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?

[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.

[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!

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.

[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.]

[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?!]

[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...]

[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!]

[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.]

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!

[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.]

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.

[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-!

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!

[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.]

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!

[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]

Huh?

[It takes him a minute to understand what the problem is. It's the last sentence, hilariously, that does it. And it's slow coming in, but Knuckle eventually breaks into laughter. Horrible taunting laughter, because he's a jerk.

But also because he's in denial.]

A-are you seriously that shy?! What's the matter? Afraid I'll hug you too much? Come here! [Ah, he really does take after Morel. He's going to try full on hugging now, brace yourself, Shoot.]

[It's the laughing that finally pushes Shoot over the edge, and he's gone- he's a mess. It's all he can do to weakly cover his face with his hand and try to calm himself down from being red to the ears, which is... not working.

No, not at all. He doesn't even have a rebuttal for any of these accusation-slash-questions, it's hopeless. He's managed to work up to squinting at Knuckle through his fingers when the hugging cometh, and the startled noise he makes is as close to bracing himself as he can get.

The only saving grace of this new tragedy is he can't look him in the eye from here. Will he ever find his ability to speak again...]

... Are you still drunk?

[good one Shoot]

I was never drunk to begin with, fool! I'm helping you get over your shyness!

[Or traumatizing, who really knows which. He's still laughing between words sometimes, squeezing him a little tighter.]

See! This isn't so bad, is it?!

[HELPING, he says. Shoot stares miserably across the room, finds no solace in fighting posters, then angles his head down at a marginally uncomfortable angle just so he can hide his face.

So what if this is uncomfortable and the only thing available to hide his face with is Knuckle's shoulder? He's genuinely more concerned about making sure no one can look at him. Not even posters.

He preferred pretending they weren't in the same bed...]

Knuckle... Now will you go to sleep?

Sure.

[As if it's that easy... Well, but he's a lot more relaxed now!]

You sure you can sleep like this, though? You seem pretty anxious.

[At least someone is. Shoot nearly pushes his face again for that comment, but holds back. He won't be able to sleep at all, he thinks, but...]

I'll be fine when you stop talking about it and go to sleep.

Haha-- fine, fine! Alright! I'm sleeping now, so go to bed!

[With a few last laughs, he finally manages to quiet down. Honestly, this is comfortable. Shoot's sheepishness is funny, this time, instead of just weird. And in a way, he really does want to break him from it. What's so bad about a hug here and there...?

Weird, that he's caring about that now.

This time, he does actually fall asleep, arms still wrapped tight around Shoot. At least his sleeping face is a lot more innocent.]

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lamenting my icons part 8967

laughs at despite my own

very serious naps

they're serious about everything

truer words never spoken

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

i'm right here with you

g o o d

descends into ship hell

yes welcome cackles and plays shippy music

aaaaaaaaAAAAA

C:

falls to knees

yes, suffer

i always do

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