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 tryi— 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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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 tryi— 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?