cowboy crosstalk shenanigans

[lifeban]

[they've won! good job everyone! 10/10 performance! dan heng didn't even blow his once-in-a-lifetime bootycall button this time around, thanks to boothill's quick interference.

there was celebrating on the Express, but one way or another, the party wound up in the VIP lounge of the hotel again, where dan heng accidentally took a swig of boothill's drink and became Fantastically Drunk.

in fact, at this moment he's sulkily leaning into boothill's side, all his aloof and cool energy utterly abandoned.]

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[lifeban]

...What do you mean, what does it mean?

[motherfudger]

That ain't no break I've heard of. Plus, what's with you thinking the mess had to do with you standing watch by the campfire?

[lifeban]

I could have been more help if I was there.

[just ignoring the first bit entirely.

also ignoring that being off planet is why he could help at all BUT, drunk.]

[motherfudger]

That so? Don't seem quite right.

[Don't argue with the drunk guy. He'll kick open the door.]

[lifeban]

[startles in his arms at the abrupt bang]

[motherfudger]

Whoa there, you really don't relax. I got ya. No reason to get tense.

[Kicking the door closed.]

[lifeban]

[twitches again, but shoves his head harder into boothill's chest.]

S'just. Loud.

[motherfudger]

Boy you ever relaxed in... well however many years you've been around?

[Walking to one of the couches to set him down.]

[lifeban]

...

[not answering is an answer in and of itself, but he's also kind of. clinging. no don't let go.]

[motherfudger]

[Oh. Well. Guess he's going to sit then. Otherwise he'll be stuck bending over this guy.]

So that's a never. You even know how?

[lifeban]

[arranging himself semi comfortably in this metal lap.]

...Not really.

[The Honesty of The Drunk.]

[motherfudger]

[Sure isn't the most comfortable lap. But given the way his body is built it's almost possible to imagine you're cuddling someone who is just 100% tense muscle instead of all steel. Almost. There isn't enough soft give even for that really. But though he's not initially warm to the touch he does warm up nicely where cuddled, rather quickly even, there's internal heat after all, so only the surface needs a bit of body heat to warm up.]

....

Well fork me.

[He puts a hand on his hat to keep it in place as he tilts his head back and stares at the ceiling. Nods to himself and the looks back down at Dan Heng, plucking the hat off his own head and putting it on Dan Heng's.]

Get some shuteye. I reckon it's gonna take some real elbow grease to sort you out.

[lifeban]

[behatted]

I don't...

[like sleeping in front of other people. see current topic. but...]

I'm trusting you. Okay?

[motherfudger]

[Cute.... He taps the rim of the hat down with a finger, over Dan Heng's eyes. Maybe so no one can see his own expression?]

Well ain't that something? You're talkin' an awful lot for someone should sleeping. I got your back so just rest already.

[lifeban]

[makes a face under the hat... but falls quiet.

he'll be out like a light soon enough.]

[motherfudger]

[Do Cyborgs need to sleep probably not. So he'll just be here. Awake all night. Cradling Dan Heng in his lap.

This might be torture.

Oh well he can think about.... not how cute this guy is.

Well how about how to help him loosen up?

Well, there is one sure fire way to get nice and relaxed.

No, bad Ranger.]

[lifeban]

[he is SO cute and needs loosening up SO badly. there's the matter of that Arbiter-General? but even in the shared dream they didn't seem to have A Relationship, so much as mutually circling each other piningly, and that took a back seat to saving the day.

in any case, dan heng sleeps for about four hours before startling awake in boothill's lap. which mostly manifests as a small fullbody jerk and a surprised noise under the hat.]

[motherfudger]

[Eh, he's not a homewrecker. But a little fun on the trail might be good for Dan Heng, maybe get him to check out the General's ass instead of pretending he doesn't want to?

Well whatever he's thinking is interrupted.]

Can't tell me that was much of a rest, you barely just got to sleep.

[lifeban]

[peers... from under hat.]

What time is it?

[motherfudger]

Still the middle of the night. Or... whatever.

[lifeban]

[tipping the hat back down, but trying to sit up.]

Thank you for keeping watch.

[motherfudger]

[Just casually tightens an arm around his waist, which is made of steel. Very immovable.]

Where do you think you're going? Watch shift ain't changed.

[lifeban]

Hgck.

[back down he goes?!

dan heng do not think about how hot that was. thanks.]

...I need water.

[motherfudger]

[Now the hat hides a lot but it doesn't hide that small noise?

But he suspects if he lets Dan Heng up he'll lose him but that's easy, he just stands up with him in his arms.]

Sure thing partner.

[lifeban]

[????!?!?!?!

at this moment, dan heng is grateful the hat is hiding his sudden, explosive blush.]

I can walk!