[--Sounds like home, just as he'd suspected. With that affirmation, he's sliding back down, scooching a bit further down Lance's body to tuck his head under Lance's chin, effectively headbutting him in the process. He's heavy now, just wait until he dozes off.]
Pick something.
[Semi-muffled, half because he's mushed against him, half because his mouth isn't cooperating now that he's comfortable, like a naked koala clinging to the last eucalyptus branch in Australia.
He's idle or approximately two seconds in anticipation of Lance's demands, before sitting up in a rush, like he's suddenly remembered that the stove was left on?! There's a scowl as he's riding Lance's midsection, lacking the sense to to ease off the guy's gut.]
This is itching me.
[This being Lance's mesh shirt...which is probably not making him feel itchy at all, but it's the only word that came to mind. For emphasis ('emphasis'), he'll cram his forefinger into Lance's side.]
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Pick something.
[Semi-muffled, half because he's mushed against him, half because his mouth isn't cooperating now that he's comfortable, like a naked koala clinging to the last eucalyptus branch in Australia.
He's idle or approximately two seconds in anticipation of Lance's demands, before sitting up in a rush, like he's suddenly remembered that the stove was left on?! There's a scowl as he's riding Lance's midsection, lacking the sense to to ease off the guy's gut.]
This is itching me.
[This being Lance's mesh shirt...which is probably not making him feel itchy at all, but it's the only word that came to mind. For emphasis ('emphasis'), he'll cram his forefinger into Lance's side.]