Yeah, I'm pretty sure this one knows Jake. Sometimes the bird takes me to it's nest, and I think Jake helped build it, since scraps of his jacket line the outer edge. Honestly, talking to birds beats talking to the others sometimes.
[ Quentin's next text earns a pretty wide smirk. ]
That much skin, huh? What's got you in the tanning mood? I mean you're pale ass could use some color, but I didn't take you for the sunbathing type, you know? There's a spot I like to go to, by the pond that gets a decent amount of light if you're interested. Birds galore, if that's not already where you're at.
Or it's been picking apart Jake's corpse for nest pieces every time he dies but I'm going to give it the benefit of the doubt because it seems kind enough. Sometimes but I need a little more feedback in my conversations than 'caw'.
[ His pale ass is turning bright red currently. This is the most embarrassing thing that could've happened. ]
That much skin. [ h E LP ] Well, I thought the sun at the saloon was a prime tanning ground and the sand there wouldn't at all be scorching hot on bare feet so I grabbed a speedo and thought I'd just a really good time. All completely voluntary decisions. Yup.
I'm over there, yeah. I'm planning on drowning myself in the pond.
That'd be pretty messed up if the bird kept bringing me back to the scene of it's crime, but at this point I've seen way weirder. Alright, resisting the urge to just reply "caw." from now on.
[ good...gooooodd... ]
Damn, voluntary decisions, huh? Caring about tans and venturing off to the saloon... You trying to look good for someone? I can help, you know. It comes down to more than just tanned skin to practice the fine art of seduction.
Don't drown yourself just yet, Quentin. I can head over with some better clothes than your usual attire and some of my hairspray, we're going to win over whoever you're trying to impress. Not that a speedo wouldn't help with that.
They are kind of in cahoots with the Bird Lady. Do it when you want to end a conversation with me. We'll use it as a closer.
The Entity hates me. It must. Yeah. Voluntary. Come help me learn seduction. Is my sarcasm coming across text okay?
Okay. Come bring me clothes. Please and thank you. Or don't. I don't need the hairspray. Don't waste it on my head. It's uncontrollable. Strangle me when you get here, will you?
Listen, I realize who I'm saying this to, but you need to relax. I'm coming over, with a change of clothes for you, and I'm gonna force you to take a moment for yourself. I'll help you take out the stick you crammed up your ass, sound good?
[ He might actually put the shorts on before any yelling just to have shorts on. ]
Nothing!
[ He takes a second to reevaluate himself and take a deep breath. Just going to soak in pond. Weāre fine. Everything is fine. He responds a minute later: ]
Had poor scenery today. Sorry.
Youāre not actually bringing hairspray, are you? Is it makeover time?
No worries man, rough trial? You gotta do what you gotta do, I don't judge. [ That much. ]
I mean I can, you've got potential dude. I'm sure there's someone here you have a crush on? I can help you impress them or something. And good hair? Well... that's the key, friendo.
Yeah. I didnāt lose anybody but Ormond is really cold in a speedo and it happened twice in a row. That motherfucker kept laughing about it and my flashlight doesnāt fit in his eye sockets.
Anyway, what? A crush? No. Not really. Maybe. Not all of us have a manageable head of beautiful locks like you, Steve, but youāre welcome to give it a shot.
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Frank? Literally the worst guy, and that's before you add stabbing to his equation. Never seen you try to take out an eye before, but if you want help next time we're in it together, let me know and I'll try taking him down with you.
But yeah, I don't think you're giving yourself enough credit, everyone loves you, and you're one of the best looking guys here, hell, take away the bags under your eyes once I manage to get you some sleep, and you're competing for my title at homecoming king good looks. And I can help with the hair, so...
It was Trapper laughing at me. He put all the traps near the fires so I couldnāt go anywhere near them and freeze to death. I did. I wouldnāt recommend it. I still feel like a popsicle, by the way, so if you could please hurry up just a little bit thatād be really really cool of you. Iām sure Frank will laugh it up too when I inevitably end up in there with him so Iāll let you know next time the urge to crush an eyeball happens.
Ha ha ha. What? The one of best looking? No way. I really appreciate the pep talk here but you donāt have to say things like that, Steve. Iām not worried about my looks. I didnāt get to go to homecoming before I got here but Iām pretty sure I was never in the running there ā and that was with some sleep. So competing against you? Landslide loss.
Thanks though.
[ It made him smile, even if heās arguing against it being any sort of true. Look at these guys?? And how many times can we call/imply Steve is hot. ]
Ok first of all that's fucked to all hell, The Trapper can eat my ass. No one should treat you like that, and I'll kick the ass of anyone that says otherwise.
[ protective steve: ENGAGED. ]
You're too hard on yourself man, I see the way people look at you, the way killers go easy on you, I'm like 90% sure Susie has a thing for you. And yeah, you've got that winning personality, and amazing listening skills, but you've also got that rad smile, and nice eyes.
[ Huh. Steve's just realized he notices all these things on Quentin. ]
Anyway, I should be there in a sec with my clothes.
Well at least there's some redeeming factor about that... Still don't like it, Q.
[ Steve's always getting his ass kicked. But it doesn't hurt when it's for someone he cares about. ]
Yeah, you better. For me, but mostly for you and your own good. I'll kick your ass if you don't start treating yourself nicely too, ya know? ;)
[ Steve finds that he cares a lot about Quentin's self image, wishing that he could himself the way Steve sees him.
And it's right about now that Steve is nearing the pond, with fresh clothes and a fresh can of hairspray with Quentin's name on it. Literally. It's a gift. He sneaks up on Quentin. ]
Hey, Man. I got the stuff.
[ He throws the scoops shorts and hat on Quentin's tanning stomach. ]
That treating yourself nicely thing only covers mentally treating yourself nicely, right? Youāre not going to beat the shit out of me for trying to eat stale expresso beans out of a can?
[ He hits send to Steve, only for the guy to do something rather foolish around a guy that has to be on guard every time his eyes close (or donāt) ā and remains particularly on edge from being rather exposed. Which is sneak up on him.
Quentinās reaction to being snuck up on is to jump and immediately PUNCH the person that did in a reaction sparked by pure adrenaline. ]
-Oh, FUCK! Steve! Donāt DO that!
[ Shorts and hat, a pure comedy offering heāll get to momentarily, left to fall on the floor because Quentinās invading Steveās space now to check if he actually did any damage. ]
[ It's a good thing the vibration from Quentin's text being received on Steve's phone isn't heard, so that Steve successfully sneaks up on him.
Or maybe its not, because Quentin decks him in surprise, it doesn't hurt too bad since Steve kinda maybe saw something like that happened, and leaned into it. It does split his lip a little bit, so all that Quentin will see is a lightly bloody grin, trying to stifle the laughter trying to break out. And failing.]
Ouch, shit man, you hit hard. [ He lets out the laugh that built up. ] You're gonna ruin the money maker man, my face is the only currency I got around here.
[ Steve picks up the clothes that fell to the floor, winks at Quentin, and indicates that he's gonna toss them to him in a sec, before doing just that. ]
I'm good, I'm good. [ He licks that little bit of blood mostly away. ] Are you?
[ Quentin didnāt think heād be drawing blood from Steve anytime soon or ever, actually, but here he is watching the guy laugh about how hard Quentin just punched him in the face. He winces, poking the cut on Steveās lip with his finger very lightly. Thatās not SO bad. But Oops. ]
Iām so sorry, man. I risked your livelihood.
[ He draws his hands back, and folds his arms across a bare chest, nothing but sunburn and scars from a very obvious source. Everyoneās going to know how utterly hairless he is now.
Heās reddened from the blazing sun at Dead Dawg currently. Heāll get a nice tan out of his, which will be funny for a little bit until he dies again and goes back to his sleep deprived paleness. He takes a step back, sort of ā¦ half laughing himself. He shrugs his shoulders. ]
Youāre bleeding.
[ He watches Steveās tongue collect the blood absentmindedly. Stop eating flesh. He opens his arms and one hand twirls in a gesture at himself. Yup. Does this answer the question of how heās doing? ] Great. Iām in my speedo element.
[ His eyelids drop half-way and settle on the clothes finally. ]
[ He raises an eyebrow at Quentin poking his lip, but it's not that weird, the dude probably feels terrible. Steve's almost getting used to being all poked at this point, Robin recently squeezing and squishing his face to check to see if he's real, at least Quentin is a lot more gentle with it. ]
Ehh, no biggie. I'm bound to die and lose this about-to-be new scar sometime soon anyway. It'll look badass until then anyway.
[ It's a dark thought, but it's true and you can't make it in this place without a little dark humor. Kind of like Quentin's new tan he's bound to get, which Steve thinks looks pretty good, actually, whenever Quentin does spend time at the saloon. ]
Sides, I'm not really bleeding that bad, anyway. It's all good dude. Promise. See? Barely any blood left.
[ why does blood and flesh taste so good now. He points to his own lip now, the thin cut barely visible.
Steve has his hands on his hips as he eyes over Quentin in his speedo element. That's one way to put it. ]
Whaaaattt? I thought you'd look good in it, plus you love ice cream, right? Unless you wanna stay in your current clothes. Or, clothe actually. Singular.
[ 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. ]
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Yeah, I'm pretty sure this one knows Jake. Sometimes the bird takes me to it's nest, and I think Jake helped build it, since scraps of his jacket line the outer edge. Honestly, talking to birds beats talking to the others sometimes.
[ Quentin's next text earns a pretty wide smirk. ]
That much skin, huh? What's got you in the tanning mood? I mean you're pale ass could use some color, but I didn't take you for the sunbathing type, you know? There's a spot I like to go to, by the pond that gets a decent amount of light if you're interested. Birds galore, if that's not already where you're at.
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[ His pale ass is turning bright red currently. This is the most embarrassing thing that could've happened. ]
That much skin. [ h E LP ] Well, I thought the sun at the saloon was a prime tanning ground and the sand there wouldn't at all be scorching hot on bare feet so I grabbed a speedo and thought I'd just a really good time. All completely voluntary decisions. Yup.
I'm over there, yeah. I'm planning on drowning myself in the pond.
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[ good...gooooodd... ]
Damn, voluntary decisions, huh? Caring about tans and venturing off to the saloon... You trying to look good for someone? I can help, you know. It comes down to more than just tanned skin to practice the fine art of seduction.
Don't drown yourself just yet, Quentin. I can head over with some better clothes than your usual attire and some of my hairspray, we're going to win over whoever you're trying to impress. Not that a speedo wouldn't help with that.
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The Entity hates me. It must. Yeah. Voluntary. Come help me learn seduction. Is my sarcasm coming across text okay?
Okay. Come bring me clothes. Please and thank you. Or don't. I don't need the hairspray. Don't waste it on my head. It's uncontrollable. Strangle me when you get here, will you?
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[ Steve's not sorry. ]
Listen, I realize who I'm saying this to, but you need to relax. I'm coming over, with a change of clothes for you, and I'm gonna force you to take a moment for yourself. I'll help you take out the stick you crammed up your ass, sound good?
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What? I donāt have a stick up my ass. Iām just really stressed out. But fine. Okay. Sure. Sounds good.
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Relax, man, I'll be there soon. In the mean time you can tell me what's got your ass so bent out of shape. Besides the huge stick.
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Nothing!
[ He takes a second to reevaluate himself and take a deep breath. Just going to soak in pond. Weāre fine. Everything is fine. He responds a minute later: ]
Had poor scenery today. Sorry.
Youāre not actually bringing hairspray, are you? Is it makeover time?
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No worries man, rough trial? You gotta do what you gotta do, I don't judge. [ That much. ]
I mean I can, you've got potential dude. I'm sure there's someone here you have a crush on? I can help you impress them or something. And good hair? Well... that's the key, friendo.
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Anyway, what? A crush? No. Not really. Maybe. Not all of us have a manageable head of beautiful locks like you, Steve, but youāre welcome to give it a shot.
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But yeah, I don't think you're giving yourself enough credit, everyone loves you, and you're one of the best looking guys here, hell, take away the bags under your eyes once I manage to get you some sleep, and you're competing for my title at homecoming king good looks. And I can help with the hair, so...
[ bi panic? bi panic. ]
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Ha ha ha. What? The one of best looking? No way. I really appreciate the pep talk here but you donāt have to say things like that, Steve. Iām not worried about my looks. I didnāt get to go to homecoming before I got here but Iām pretty sure I was never in the running there ā and that was with some sleep. So competing against you? Landslide loss.
Thanks though.
[ It made him smile, even if heās arguing against it being any sort of true. Look at these guys??
And how many times can we call/imply Steve is hot. ]
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[ protective steve: ENGAGED. ]
You're too hard on yourself man, I see the way people look at you, the way killers go easy on you, I'm like 90% sure Susie has a thing for you. And yeah, you've got that winning personality, and amazing listening skills, but you've also got that rad smile, and nice eyes.
[ Huh. Steve's just realized he notices all these things on Quentin. ]
Anyway, I should be there in a sec with my clothes.
Or like, your clothes for now.
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[ Thatās so nice. Though now heās wondering if heās going to see Steve get decked trying to kick someoneās ass on his behalf. ]
Look at me? What? Susie is an exception to the rules- Iām only getting let go out of pity the rest of the time.
A rad smile and nice eyes. Ha ha. Okay. Iāll take the compliment and upgrade my inner confidence a little bit for you.
[ It made him smile. A rad smile. Interesting to notice his eyes? ]
Clothes. I donāt care whose right now.
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[ Steve's always getting his ass kicked. But it doesn't hurt when it's for someone he cares about. ]
Yeah, you better. For me, but mostly for you and your own good. I'll kick your ass if you don't start treating yourself nicely too, ya know? ;)
[ Steve finds that he cares a lot about Quentin's self image, wishing that he could himself the way Steve sees him.
And it's right about now that Steve is nearing the pond, with fresh clothes and a fresh can of hairspray with Quentin's name on it. Literally. It's a gift. He sneaks up on Quentin. ]
Hey, Man. I got the stuff.
[ He throws the scoops shorts and hat on Quentin's tanning stomach. ]
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[ He hits send to Steve, only for the guy to do something rather foolish around a guy that has to be on guard every time his eyes close (or donāt) ā and remains particularly on edge from being rather exposed. Which is sneak up on him.
Quentinās reaction to being snuck up on is to jump and immediately PUNCH the person that did in a reaction sparked by pure adrenaline. ]
-Oh, FUCK! Steve! Donāt DO that!
[ Shorts and hat, a pure comedy offering heāll get to momentarily, left to fall on the floor because Quentinās invading Steveās space now to check if he actually did any damage. ]
Sorry! You good?
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Or maybe its not, because Quentin decks him in surprise, it doesn't hurt too bad since Steve kinda maybe saw something like that happened, and leaned into it. It does split his lip a little bit, so all that Quentin will see is a lightly bloody grin, trying to stifle the laughter trying to break out. And failing.]
Ouch, shit man, you hit hard. [ He lets out the laugh that built up. ] You're gonna ruin the money maker man, my face is the only currency I got around here.
[ Steve picks up the clothes that fell to the floor, winks at Quentin, and indicates that he's gonna toss them to him in a sec, before doing just that. ]
I'm good, I'm good. [ He licks that little bit of blood mostly away. ] Are you?
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Iām so sorry, man. I risked your livelihood.
[ He draws his hands back, and folds his arms across a bare chest, nothing but sunburn and scars from a very obvious source. Everyoneās going to know how utterly hairless he is now.
Heās reddened from the blazing sun at Dead Dawg currently. Heāll get a nice tan out of his, which will be funny for a little bit until he dies again and goes back to his sleep deprived paleness. He takes a step back, sort of ā¦ half laughing himself. He shrugs his shoulders. ]
Youāre bleeding.
[ He watches Steveās tongue collect the blood absentmindedly. Stop eating flesh. He opens his arms and one hand twirls in a gesture at himself. Yup. Does this answer the question of how heās doing? ] Great. Iām in my speedo element.
[ His eyelids drop half-way and settle on the clothes finally. ]
Did you bring me the sailor outfit? Really?
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Ehh, no biggie. I'm bound to die and lose this about-to-be new scar sometime soon anyway. It'll look badass until then anyway.
[ It's a dark thought, but it's true and you can't make it in this place without a little dark humor. Kind of like Quentin's new tan he's bound to get, which Steve thinks looks pretty good, actually, whenever Quentin does spend time at the saloon. ]
Sides, I'm not really bleeding that bad, anyway. It's all good dude. Promise. See? Barely any blood left.
[
why does blood and flesh taste so good now.He points to his own lip now, the thin cut barely visible.Steve has his hands on his hips as he eyes over Quentin in his speedo element. That's one way to put it. ]
Whaaaattt? I thought you'd look good in it, plus you love ice cream, right? Unless you wanna stay in your current clothes. Or, clothe actually. Singular.
[ Annnnnnnnddddd he's cracking up again. ]
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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 have whiplash from this happy thread and the other angry thread lmaooo
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