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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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?