[ Jim's clothes most certainly do not land in a neat pile, but hopefully Zell's too distracted to notice - nope. There he goes. Jim can only smile fondly as he watches his boyfriend tidy up. ]
Hm. What do you want to bet?
[ As Jim asks, he picks up the spinner board and twirls it. Right foot, red. ]
[ It'd be easy at first, but if they get too twisted it's going to be pretty hard. Jim casts his eyes around and they land on Mochi, who's innocently bathing himself. ]
[ Going to be hard, huh?. Looking over at the cat as he grins. ] Yeah I think we could. Maye he'll think it's something to play with.
[ It'll mean the cat will keep swatting at it, even when they are still trying to put there hands on the previous color picked. Snagging the dial from Jim and dropping down to a crouch in front of the cat. Flicking the arrow back and worth in front of Mochi until his pupils dilate and he starts whacking the arrow with minimal effort. ]
Oh yeah, baby. Looks like it'll work. [ Good thinking, Stars. ]
[ Jim watches with a small smile as Zell negotiates with the cat. He was a little skeptical that Mochi would do anything other than laze, but it looks like they're in luck for now. ]
[ Jim's reflexes are just slightly slower; his hand slaps down over Zell's and he gives Zell a pout before moving it one down, closer to their feet. ]
Looking forward to it.
[ Jim can make some guesses, unless Zell decides to be mean and make him do something embarrassing instead. He glances over at Mochi, who's moved it to - ]
Left foot red. Think fast!
[ Jim crouches low enough to slide his foot under Zell, taking the second red from the top. ]
[ The hand over his and the pout does tempt him to move. Jim Hawkins will do more than rattle the stars, he got his Sunshine in his pocket.
Next one is called out fast before Zell can really react to the Jim looking forward to his plans. Moving his own foot to the middle space, while trying not to think about where Jim might wind up at. Looking over at the cat as he managed to bat at it again during that. ]
Right hand. Green.
[ Arms are crossing, but he moves his hand to the circle above the middle green. ]
[ That's alright, he ended up where he wanted to be anyway. Jim has to think for a moment before he hooks his his right arm around Zell's left to put it squarely in the middle green. When he tilts his head to try and get a look at where Mochi's put them now, he's looking up at Zell. ]
Hey. Right foot green.
[ Which means he's sliding back from under Zell to plant his foot on the second green from the bottom. This is almost comfortable! ]
[ If this game goes like this every time, then they might have to play it once a week or more. Stalling as he meets Jim's look and leans close to give a peck against him. ]
Hey there.
[ Feeling Jim shift beneath him is distracting. Have to concentrate on the game! Placing his on the second from the top green and looking back at cat and dial. He makes a bit of a sound as he sees what the dial is on. ]
Right hand blue.
[ He winds pressing himself against Jim's rear as he leans against him to uncross his arm. Planting his hand on the far blue instead, at the very bottom of the board. Left arm pressed against Jim's hip from their earlier movement. He waits until Jim moves before nipping against the back of his neck. ]
[ Something about Zell's movement - or the way he's sliding - unbalances Jim. He wobbles, trying to maintain balance, but it's no use: he's going down.
The thing about Jim, though? ]
- I hate to lose.
[ Which is why he's rolling over and grabbing Zell on his way down. ]
[ Jim's laughter is one of his favorite sounds. With the attempt at escaping, Zell decides to just lay his weight squarely on his boyfriend as he goes in to his cheek. ]
Me? What about you? [ Grinning, while folding his arms on Jim's chest. Resting his chin on top. ] Pretty sure you already know what I want.
Wrong again. [ There is a pause as he thinks about it though. ] I would be impressed if you could do that. [ Grinning, and then he moves a hand to slide it under Jim and rest on his rear. ] Want a hint?
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Hm. What do you want to bet?
[ As Jim asks, he picks up the spinner board and twirls it. Right foot, red. ]
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Maybe the loser has to do one thing the winner wants?
[ Moving close again to bump his hip against Jim. ]
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Alright, Sunshine. Bring it on.
[ Jim's pretty sure he's going to be losing this one, but he's strangely okay with that. Anyway, he's not going down without a fight. ]
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Spin it, Stars. [ he says, while he reaches around to give Jim's butt a light pat.
And then a thought hits him- ] How are you going to spin and play?
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[ It'd be easy at first, but if they get too twisted it's going to be pretty hard. Jim casts his eyes around and they land on Mochi, who's innocently bathing himself. ]
Think we could talk the furball into it?
let me know if I need to change anything \o/
Going to be hard, huh?. Looking over at the cat as he grins. ] Yeah I think we could. Maye he'll think it's something to play with.[ It'll mean the cat will keep swatting at it, even when they are still trying to put there hands on the previous color picked. Snagging the dial from Jim and dropping down to a crouch in front of the cat. Flicking the arrow back and worth in front of Mochi until his pupils dilate and he starts whacking the arrow with minimal effort. ]
Oh yeah, baby. Looks like it'll work. [ Good thinking, Stars. ]
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Then c'mon. You have a bet to win, right?
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Heading back to stand next Jim as he gives a nod. ]
Right! I'll have to think of something great. [ He already has an idea involving the lotion in his pocket.
Looking over to the cat and spinner. ] Looks like left hand on yellow is first.
[ And Zell goes for the middle one, unless Jim beats him to it. ]
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Looking forward to it.
[ Jim can make some guesses, unless Zell decides to be mean and make him do something embarrassing instead. He glances over at Mochi, who's moved it to - ]
Left foot red. Think fast!
[ Jim crouches low enough to slide his foot under Zell, taking the second red from the top. ]
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Next one is called out fast before Zell can really react to the Jim looking forward to his plans. Moving his own foot to the middle space, while trying not to think about where Jim might wind up at. Looking over at the cat as he managed to bat at it again during that. ]
Right hand. Green.
[ Arms are crossing, but he moves his hand to the circle above the middle green. ]
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Hey. Right foot green.
[ Which means he's sliding back from under Zell to plant his foot on the second green from the bottom. This is almost comfortable! ]
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Hey there.
[ Feeling Jim shift beneath him is distracting. Have to concentrate on the game! Placing his on the second from the top green and looking back at cat and dial. He makes a bit of a sound as he sees what the dial is on. ]
Right hand blue.
[ He winds pressing himself against Jim's rear as he leans against him to uncross his arm. Planting his hand on the far blue instead, at the very bottom of the board. Left arm pressed against Jim's hip from their earlier movement. He waits until Jim moves before nipping against the back of his neck. ]
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The thing about Jim, though? ]
- I hate to lose.
[ Which is why he's rolling over and grabbing Zell on his way down. ]
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Whoa! [ He does try to angle them so his weight doesn't land completely on Jim. Laughing as soon as they are on the ground. ]
You fell first. [ It counts as a loss, right? ]
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[ Jim's laughing too. ]
That makes it a tie.
[ Zell is dating a dirty cheater. ]
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[ He can live with that.
Look at him enabling this.Moving his hand to Jim's side as he tries to locate his ticklish spots. ]
Does that mean we both get what we want?
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Depends - Zell! - depends on what you want.
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Me? What about you? [ Grinning, while folding his arms on Jim's chest. Resting his chin on top. ] Pretty sure you already know what I want.
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[ Zell's heavy, alright, but it's a good heavy. Like a thick quilt on a cold night. ]
To get off guard duty for a week?
[ Jim pretends to guess. ]
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No. [ He's going to take Jim seriously. ] I like guard duty.
[ He can watch Jim and sometimes get Jim's company or snoring. Giving a quick kiss against his chin. ]
Is that what you want? To get off guard duty? [
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[ Zell will just have to find out later. ]
Hmm. Want me to carry you around all day tomorrow?
[ Time for more ridiculous guesses! ]
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Wrong again. [ There is a pause as he thinks about it though. ] I would be impressed if you could do that. [ Grinning, and then he moves a hand to slide it under Jim and rest on his rear. ] Want a hint?
this may be a wrap?
[ Jim absolutely knows there's no way he could carry Zell more than a couple of feet.
He grins as Zell's hand moves and laughs under his breath at the question. ]
You may need to spell it out for me.