[ Quentin feels terrible because he punched Steve in the face by accident but not as terrible as it could have been because it's Steve and Steve laughs it off instead of either punching him back or bursting into tears, which there's a 50/50 chance anyone else might do. Still. Quentin has something for it right-- oh wait. No he doesn't. He doesn't have pockets right now. Fuck. ]
It's not going to scar. I didn't hit you that hard. I think- [ He's leaning forward to look at Steve's lip closer, pointing at it like he's going to poke it again but he just hovers and never does. The cuts already healing, Steve's going "see?" but Quentin quietly goes: ] -Oh, actually maybe it will scar. [ Quentin's eyes flick up and he grins, purely joking. ] Good for me and my punching skills.
[ He leans back, scratching the scars on his shoulder then nodding at Steve with his lips pressed together, unimpressed. ]
I do but I don't believe I ever told you I did. [ SIGHING. He's pulling the Scoops' shorts on. ] Where's the shirt, Steve?
[ Oh that's so mean Quentin, Steve really doesn't want to have it scar, they look cool but he doesn't need MORE. But oh wait, he's laughing. Oh a joke. Nice. Steve will remember that. ]
Yeah, yeah, yeahhhh, Smith has got the skills of Iron Mike, scarring up all the kids at camp when they go toe-to-toe. Mike Tyson still relevant in the future, or did you take him out too? [ It's been so long since he's laughed like this. With TWO people in fact. Robin and Quentin really make this place a lot better, in almost all aspects. He wonders why he got so lucky with them, but then is briefly reminded that they're trapped here with him, and it sobers up the laugh for a second...
...Until Quentin realizes the shirt's not there. ]
Shit. Thought it was in that pile. Here wait, you can have this.
[ And he quickly and effortlessly slips off the slightly ripped green sweater he was wearing, and reveals the surprise Scoops Ahoy shirt underneath, and slips that off as well and offers it up to Quentin. ]
[ The last thing he wants is to scar Steve. Or to have anyone get lasting scars out of this place. Heās dealt with scars here before and itās never as fun and cool looking in theory. Quentinās got permanent ones, large gashes, and heās not happy about it. Steve can be spared the grief. ]
Iām coming for your ears next. [ He wiggles his eyebrows saying it ] Tyson is still around. I didnāt take him out. Yet. [ All jokes. No way heād take that guy. Nope. He wasnāt even sure he could take Steve until a minute ago. Davidās going to teach a proper punch and heāll determine his skill set after.
Arms folded, a bare foot tapping in minor frustration but it stops immediately and Quentinās head goes tilting all the way to one side while his eyes follow the edge of the green sweater going up and over Steveās head. For a moment heās stuck frozen in place, eyes-wide and bewildered. ] Whatā¦ theā¦
[ and Quentinās laughing, loud and full bodied. Itās enough that his entire face crinkles up and his eyes water up. He has to unfold his arms and lean on his knees, shaking from it with his head hanging. Just uncontrollably giggling at the Scoops shirt reveal. ]
No! Do you always wear that underneath? Itās like a superhero costume reveal!
[ He looks back at him, face bright red, tears down his cheek and biting his lip to try to stop.
And Wow. Steveās got a lot of chest hair. Heās looking. Up and down. Itās enough to stop him for a second. Just a second. Quentin makes this squeaky sound and has to look away once the shirt is being held out to him because the laughter came back. ]
Okay. [ He runs a hand over his eyes. ] Okay. Give me the- [ w h e e z e ] Thanksā¦
[ Heās doubled over more, holding the shirt and Laughing. Just laughing. Itās such a nice feeling. ]
[ Scars ain't a huge dealbreaker to Steve, not anymore, accruing all the temporary ones he has over the course of his time here. But he still likes to stay pristine when he can. He briefly wondered about Quentin's, until he got a matching set during a trial with Freddy. Now he knows not to ask how he got them, just in case he wasn't sure before. ]
You're an asshole. [ But he's laughing at the eyebrow wiggle. Cute. ] Yeah, sure, but he better watch out for one wrong move towards you. Wouldn't want to be Tyson in that fight.
[ And then Quentin's full body laughing, and Steve is too, Quentin's laugh just being so contagious. It's a shame Steve doesn't here it more often, but that'll change he's decided. It's like music. ]
Yep, figured me out. I always have the scoops outfit on. It's my curse and your gift. Just kidding, wore it special today, just for you.
[ But the words are muffled between fits of laughter, he knew it'd be funny, but not this funny.
Steve notices Quentin's eyes pause for a second, it's weird, Nancy's had that same look to them the first time he took off his shirt in front of her too. It kinda makes him feel... flattered? Weird. But good weird.
He hands over the shirt while Quentin attempts some sort of recovery from the giggle attack he's currently got going on, but he leaves his sweater off.]
Alright alright, just relax man... [ Although Steve chuckles himself while saying it. ] You're acting like you've never seen a ice cream themed sailor superhero before. And there's two of us at camp so.
What are you gonna do with the speedo now? What if we need to take an emergency dip in the pond on the way back?
[ Steve laughing along with him gets him going even more. It rolls out of him easier than he can remember. He doesn't think he has in years-- however long he's been here. And then some. He has to keep wiping his eyes, laughter tears streaming down his face in rapid succession. Steve just hit the right amount of absurdity. The timing. It was a perfect storm for someone on the edge of delirium.
His own words, completely broken and fractured because he's struggling not to laugh and actually breathe in between them. ]
Just for me, huh? Thank you so much for that.
[ It's a brief rush in the middle, during the pause. Steve is a good looking guy. And Quentin, who has had his focus always on Nancy is aware her gender isn't exactly a factor in why he adores her. It just didn't matter. He's looked. People look. ]
I'm trying... [ He snorts and crouches down further, burying his face in the shirt before he can put it on and muffling every bit of laughter that doesn't seem to have an end in sight. ] It's a double Scoop! [ This is so stupid. ]
[ DEEP BREATH. Okay. Okay. Composure. He's gaining composure. ] Don't you always wear your swimsuit under your shorts? It's called being prepared. Duh. [ He's standing up, shaky with laughter and starts pulling the shirt on. Only his arm ends up through the tie somehow and he gets all tangled up in it. He just starts laughing all the more again. ]
[ People look, Steve's looking, but how can he not he literally brought the dude clothes after he was basically butt-ass naked in a speedo. He really does have a swimmer's body, something that Steve can appreciate, having swum in high school as well.
Quentin's body is toned, it's... impressive.]
Yeah sure, no biggie man. You'd look better in it than I do anyway. And I'm not just saying that because I'm trying to pass it off onto you, totally, swear to god and back.
[ He's laughing still, but it's true, he would look pretty good in Steve's Scoops shirt.
Steve laughs so hard at Quentin's stupid joke, you might think he was coughing to death from a distance, his face turning cherry red from a lack of oxygen. BREATH STEVE C'MON, FOCUS. ]
[ Steve can't believe he's stuck in his shirt. That's like the funniest thing he's seen in a long ass time, maybe even before the Fog. He's going to help, but not before he gives Quentin hell for it. ]
Jesus, man. Here Just Let me- [ He tries pulling the shirt down a bit, but it kind of just throws Quentin off balance, and Steve's trying not to knock the guy over onto the ground, or worse both of them into the mud. ] Wow, you got-ta sto- stop wiggling around man, we like have to- grrrr- stop laughing so damn much. [ So basically Mission Impossible at this point. ]
Because I'm cuter, right? [ It's a complete joke and it gets him wheezing at himself for saying it. He does not, in fact, think he's cuter than Steve. Or anyone. Maybe he's got more of a babyface than Steve's nice jawline over there. ]
I'm not that desperate for new clothes that I'd take your uniform on any sort of permanent basis. [ He stops laughing enough to take some breaths. He smooths out the shorts. ] I wouldn't wanna be caught wearing something like this in front of Krueger. [ Talk about a terrible situation.
And then Steve's joke hits and Steve sounds like he's actively suffocating. Quentin's crying with laughter all over again. He has to cover his face with his arm. He's seeing spots and actively feels woozy from all of this.
Quentin will. NoT. hold. still. He's laughing way too hard. ] Oh noooo. [ Off balance, he tips into Steve and grabs whatever he can on him, patting his chest for a second then grabs his belt while stumbling harshly to not tip the hell over, which probably doesn't help Steve's efforts to help him. Why is Steve still shirtless? ]
Yeah man, the cutest at the campfire. No doubt whatsoever. [ Just boys being boys over here while out of breath laughing constantly. ]
You could distract the killers with ice cream, it's practically a superpower and you're turning that down? [ He's laughing so hard, and trying to stop is essentially impossible.
The laughing and the struggling to stay on balance and Quentin is all too much, and Quentin grabbing at his bare chest only to catch his belt pulls them both down, landing them in a bunch of mud and stuff, like pigs on a farm trying to stay cool. Steve hasn't rolled in the mud this much since the hag found him at the Swamps trying to hide. ]
Yeah, I was tryiā trying to stop laughing. It just came out I don't know...
[ But the growl and the jokes and now they're covered in mud half naked, and yeah this laughing will just not stop ]
You don't actually have ice cream! [ Quentin is nudging him with his entire shoulder for that. ] You can't sell this outfit to me!
[ Down they go. Quentin on top of him, shifting around to try and get up. He manages, at one point to get untangled with the effort. He pulls the shirt off finally instead of getting it on while sitting on top of Steve's stomach. One leg on each side. He looks down Steve, stares for a second then at the shirt instead of anything else, untwisting the thing before sliding it over his head properly this time. ]
Hollllly fuck. Okay. I'm free, I'm free. [ He rolls off him, laying in the mud and covering his face with his hands, letting the laughter go and eventually die out. ]
i have whiplash from this happy thread and the other angry thread lmaooo
Dude, you think I can't get ice cream right now? You want Horse flavored or Bloodclot? [ ... ] You know what? Used to have better flavors in Hawkins.
[ Steve mimics blood spurting from his neck and pouring it into a bowl to scoop up and eat, in between fits of laughter.
And then they're wrangling on the ground, and then he's on top and his weight pushes the air out of his lungs, but the moment's what takes Steve's breath away. He looks good in this lighting, the shadows playing nicely on the ripples of his abs, there's no denying that.
But then he puts the shirt back on, and rolls off, and that just leaves Steve to... suck in the air Quentin took away from him.
Steve lets the laughter die out finally too, a little lightheaded at this point, before turning to Q, both of them laying in the mud still.]
[ He wants to say something here, break the silence, but he's... for the first time in his life, he might be a bit speechless. ]
Horse flavored? Don't tell me that's what happened to Maurice? I might actually cry.
[ There's a mock whimpering sound he makes to prove the point. He's pissed about that horse disappearing. That was one of the few points of levity in this place. Steve's miming gets more laughing.
He's still covering his face, letting it all die out to nothing before peeking between his fingers at him then lets his hands drop, smiling wide and bright with his face red from how hard all the laughing was. Quentin sits up pretty fast, not wanting to be lying down too long after knocking the wind out of himself with that fit for fear of passing out. He starts looking around to figure out where the hat that goes with the outfit fell during all of this, eyes darting back to the other in-between.
He has no idea what Steve is thinking. He breaks the silence before he has the chance. ]
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It's not going to scar. I didn't hit you that hard. I think- [ He's leaning forward to look at Steve's lip closer, pointing at it like he's going to poke it again but he just hovers and never does. The cuts already healing, Steve's going "see?" but Quentin quietly goes: ] -Oh, actually maybe it will scar. [ Quentin's eyes flick up and he grins, purely joking. ] Good for me and my punching skills.
[ He leans back, scratching the scars on his shoulder then nodding at Steve with his lips pressed together, unimpressed. ]
I do but I don't believe I ever told you I did. [ SIGHING. He's pulling the Scoops' shorts on. ] Where's the shirt, Steve?
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Yeah, yeah, yeahhhh, Smith has got the skills of Iron Mike, scarring up all the kids at camp when they go toe-to-toe. Mike Tyson still relevant in the future, or did you take him out too? [ It's been so long since he's laughed like this. With TWO people in fact. Robin and Quentin really make this place a lot better, in almost all aspects. He wonders why he got so lucky with them, but then is briefly reminded that they're trapped here with him, and it sobers up the laugh for a second...
...Until Quentin realizes the shirt's not there. ]
Shit. Thought it was in that pile. Here wait, you can have this.
[ And he quickly and effortlessly slips off the slightly ripped green sweater he was wearing, and reveals the surprise Scoops Ahoy shirt underneath, and slips that off as well and offers it up to Quentin. ]
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Iām coming for your ears next. [ He wiggles his eyebrows saying it ] Tyson is still around. I didnāt take him out. Yet. [ All jokes. No way heād take that guy. Nope. He wasnāt even sure he could take Steve until a minute ago. Davidās going to teach a proper punch and heāll determine his skill set after.
Arms folded, a bare foot tapping in minor frustration but it stops immediately and Quentinās head goes tilting all the way to one side while his eyes follow the edge of the green sweater going up and over Steveās head. For a moment heās stuck frozen in place, eyes-wide and bewildered. ] Whatā¦ theā¦
[ and Quentinās laughing, loud and full bodied. Itās enough that his entire face crinkles up and his eyes water up. He has to unfold his arms and lean on his knees, shaking from it with his head hanging. Just uncontrollably giggling at the Scoops shirt reveal. ]
No! Do you always wear that underneath? Itās like a superhero costume reveal!
[ He looks back at him, face bright red, tears down his cheek and biting his lip to try to stop.
And Wow. Steveās got a lot of chest hair. Heās looking. Up and down. Itās enough to stop him for a second. Just a second. Quentin makes this squeaky sound and has to look away once the shirt is being held out to him because the laughter came back. ]
Okay. [ He runs a hand over his eyes. ] Okay. Give me the- [ w h e e z e ] Thanksā¦
[ Heās doubled over more, holding the shirt and Laughing. Just laughing. Itās such a nice feeling. ]
Iām gonna pass out. Holy shit.
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You're an asshole. [ But he's laughing at the eyebrow wiggle. Cute. ] Yeah, sure, but he better watch out for one wrong move towards you. Wouldn't want to be Tyson in that fight.
[ And then Quentin's full body laughing, and Steve is too, Quentin's laugh just being so contagious. It's a shame Steve doesn't here it more often, but that'll change he's decided. It's like music. ]
Yep, figured me out. I always have the scoops outfit on. It's my curse and your gift. Just kidding, wore it special today, just for you.
[ But the words are muffled between fits of laughter, he knew it'd be funny, but not this funny.
Steve notices Quentin's eyes pause for a second, it's weird, Nancy's had that same look to them the first time he took off his shirt in front of her too. It kinda makes him feel... flattered? Weird. But good weird.
He hands over the shirt while Quentin attempts some sort of recovery from the giggle attack he's currently got going on, but he leaves his sweater off.]
Alright alright, just relax man... [ Although Steve chuckles himself while saying it. ] You're acting like you've never seen a ice cream themed sailor superhero before. And there's two of us at camp so.
What are you gonna do with the speedo now? What if we need to take an emergency dip in the pond on the way back?
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His own words, completely broken and fractured because he's struggling not to laugh and actually breathe in between them. ]
Just for me, huh? Thank you so much for that.
[ It's a brief rush in the middle, during the pause. Steve is a good looking guy. And Quentin, who has had his focus always on Nancy is aware her gender isn't exactly a factor in why he adores her. It just didn't matter. He's looked. People look. ]
I'm trying... [ He snorts and crouches down further, burying his face in the shirt before he can put it on and muffling every bit of laughter that doesn't seem to have an end in sight. ] It's a double Scoop! [ This is so stupid. ]
[ DEEP BREATH. Okay. Okay. Composure. He's gaining composure. ] Don't you always wear your swimsuit under your shorts? It's called being prepared. Duh. [ He's standing up, shaky with laughter and starts pulling the shirt on. Only his arm ends up through the tie somehow and he gets all tangled up in it. He just starts laughing all the more again. ]
Help.
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Quentin's body is toned, it's... impressive.]
Yeah sure, no biggie man. You'd look better in it than I do anyway. And I'm not just saying that because I'm trying to pass it off onto you, totally, swear to god and back.
[ He's laughing still, but it's true, he would look pretty good in Steve's Scoops shirt.
Steve laughs so hard at Quentin's stupid joke, you might think he was coughing to death from a distance, his face turning cherry red from a lack of oxygen. BREATH STEVE C'MON, FOCUS. ]
You're an idiot, Q.
[ Steve can't believe he's stuck in his shirt. That's like the funniest thing he's seen in a long ass time, maybe even before the Fog. He's going to help, but not before he gives Quentin hell for it. ]
Jesus, man. Here Just Let me- [ He tries pulling the shirt down a bit, but it kind of just throws Quentin off balance, and Steve's trying not to knock the guy over onto the ground, or worse both of them into the mud. ] Wow, you got-ta sto- stop wiggling around man, we like have to- grrrr- stop laughing so damn much. [ So basically Mission Impossible at this point. ]
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I'm not that desperate for new clothes that I'd take your uniform on any sort of permanent basis. [ He stops laughing enough to take some breaths. He smooths out the shorts. ] I wouldn't wanna be caught wearing something like this in front of Krueger. [ Talk about a terrible situation.
And then Steve's joke hits and Steve sounds like he's actively suffocating. Quentin's crying with laughter all over again. He has to cover his face with his arm. He's seeing spots and actively feels woozy from all of this.
Quentin will. NoT. hold. still. He's laughing way too hard. ] Oh noooo. [ Off balance, he tips into Steve and grabs whatever he can on him, patting his chest for a second then grabs his belt while stumbling harshly to not tip the hell over, which probably doesn't help Steve's efforts to help him. Why is Steve still shirtless? ]
Did you just growl!?
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You could distract the killers with ice cream, it's practically a superpower and you're turning that down? [ He's laughing so hard, and trying to stop is essentially impossible.
The laughing and the struggling to stay on balance and Quentin is all too much, and Quentin grabbing at his bare chest only to catch his belt pulls them both down, landing them in a bunch of mud and stuff, like pigs on a farm trying to stay cool. Steve hasn't rolled in the mud this much since the hag found him at the Swamps trying to hide. ]
Yeah, I was tryiā trying to stop laughing. It just came out I don't know...
[ But the growl and the jokes and now they're covered in mud half naked, and yeah this laughing will just not stop ]
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You don't actually have ice cream! [ Quentin is nudging him with his entire shoulder for that. ] You can't sell this outfit to me!
[ Down they go. Quentin on top of him, shifting around to try and get up. He manages, at one point to get untangled with the effort. He pulls the shirt off finally instead of getting it on while sitting on top of Steve's stomach. One leg on each side. He looks down Steve, stares for a second then at the shirt instead of anything else, untwisting the thing before sliding it over his head properly this time. ]
Hollllly fuck. Okay. I'm free, I'm free. [ He rolls off him, laying in the mud and covering his face with his hands, letting the laughter go and eventually die out. ]
i have whiplash from this happy thread and the other angry thread lmaooo
[ Steve mimics blood spurting from his neck and pouring it into a bowl to scoop up and eat, in between fits of laughter.
And then they're wrangling on the ground, and then he's on top and his weight pushes the air out of his lungs, but the moment's what takes Steve's breath away. He looks good in this lighting, the shadows playing nicely on the ripples of his abs, there's no denying that.
But then he puts the shirt back on, and rolls off, and that just leaves Steve to... suck in the air Quentin took away from him.
Steve lets the laughter die out finally too, a little lightheaded at this point, before turning to Q, both of them laying in the mud still.]
[ He wants to say something here, break the silence, but he's... for the first time in his life, he might be a bit speechless. ]
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[ There's a mock whimpering sound he makes to prove the point. He's pissed about that horse disappearing. That was one of the few points of levity in this place. Steve's miming gets more laughing.
He's still covering his face, letting it all die out to nothing before peeking between his fingers at him then lets his hands drop, smiling wide and bright with his face red from how hard all the laughing was. Quentin sits up pretty fast, not wanting to be lying down too long after knocking the wind out of himself with that fit for fear of passing out. He starts looking around to figure out where the hat that goes with the outfit fell during all of this, eyes darting back to the other in-between.
He has no idea what Steve is thinking. He breaks the silence before he has the chance. ]
What? Does it look that bad?