[here's the stupidest part, apparently: that if either one of them had done something, it wouldn't have taken much.
because that's all buggy wanted to hear: that shanks didn't want him to go. it's more than just casual flirting or a convenient booty call. he could get into his own head about it, convince himself shanks is lying, or he could shut himself down from giving in, stand his ground and close that gate forever. but maybe they're both too sober for this, because buggy decides he's had enough of running away.
with one floating hand still holding the bottle, buggy crawls forward across the bed, and insinuates himself right back into shanks' lap. this time it isn't an accident, nor is it an effort to distract them both from whatever's still left after 20 years; it's very deliberate, almost a performance, as buggy reclaims a little of his own power. he forgot how easily shanks could do that, too.
the free hand tips shanks' bottle back toward his mouth.]
Bottoms up, Red Hair... and tell me you want me to stick around for once.
[hopefully shanks isn't sober enough to notice the heat under buggy's skin when he says it, or to hear his heart thumping in his chest like a drum.]
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because that's all buggy wanted to hear: that shanks didn't want him to go. it's more than just casual flirting or a convenient booty call. he could get into his own head about it, convince himself shanks is lying, or he could shut himself down from giving in, stand his ground and close that gate forever. but maybe they're both too sober for this, because buggy decides he's had enough of running away.
with one floating hand still holding the bottle, buggy crawls forward across the bed, and insinuates himself right back into shanks' lap. this time it isn't an accident, nor is it an effort to distract them both from whatever's still left after 20 years; it's very deliberate, almost a performance, as buggy reclaims a little of his own power. he forgot how easily shanks could do that, too.
the free hand tips shanks' bottle back toward his mouth.]
Bottoms up, Red Hair... and tell me you want me to stick around for once.
[hopefully shanks isn't sober enough to notice the heat under buggy's skin when he says it, or to hear his heart thumping in his chest like a drum.]