[ha, he's winning. he squeezes pal's thigh like a victory, his other hand moving to press under the hem of pal's shirt and to skin.] Palamedes, [he copies the tone, lost in some smug amusement himself.] I will sulk if you push me away for crackers.
[but then pal offers that, and the laughter viktor has to bite back makes his shoulders shake. he pulls back just enough to kiss him again, with endless fondness, eyes bright with it as the kiss breaks.]
You are ridiculous and I adore you. Fine. [a cracker gets picked up, meaning he has to sit back which is a shame but this is too fucking funny and sweet and ridiculous. strip crackers. incredible. and this is how pal wins and gets him to eat the damn cracker already.]
[Surely Palamedes is not so easily seduced that he's undone by a pointed tone and a warm hand... surely not. Maybe just a little. He hums, so scolding, like he has something very biting and reprimanding to say about Viktor's threat of sulking, but nope, that's it. He even squeezes his hip a little, a smidge disappointed to lose the touch of skin on skin.
Stalwart, Palamedes. Strip crackers, a game for real adults who aren't being ridiculous at one in the morning in their own home. He raises an eyebrow, waiting patiently for Viktor to eat one (1) cracker. A shame he's already in his old man pjs, or he could really milk all his usual layers for a whole stack of crackers, but he's still going to be a little shit and kick off one slipper, first. It counts.]
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[but then pal offers that, and the laughter viktor has to bite back makes his shoulders shake. he pulls back just enough to kiss him again, with endless fondness, eyes bright with it as the kiss breaks.]
You are ridiculous and I adore you. Fine. [a cracker gets picked up, meaning he has to sit back which is a shame but this is too fucking funny and sweet and ridiculous. strip crackers. incredible. and this is how pal wins and gets him to eat the damn cracker already.]
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Stalwart, Palamedes. Strip crackers, a game for real adults who aren't being ridiculous at one in the morning in their own home. He raises an eyebrow, waiting patiently for Viktor to eat one (1) cracker. A shame he's already in his old man pjs, or he could really milk all his usual layers for a whole stack of crackers, but he's still going to be a little shit and kick off one slipper, first. It counts.]
Keep going; you've got work to do.