Son of a bit-- [ murphy shrieks as he's suddenly lifted up onto kavinsky's shoulders, not a whole lot of people willing to manhandle him around like this, but k seems ever entitled to it. not that murphy's ever made a complaint about it. and flail he does, even at the possible expense of the cake, legs scrambling, body squirming, and hands shoving at this stupid, gorgeous, infuriating, hilarious jackass right here.
the shrieking is half made up of mad laughter, so the protests and fighting aren't that convincing, but that hardly means murphy's going to stop. he lands on the couch with an omph, and doesn't have much time to catch his breath before some douchebag starts tweaking his nipples like he's trying to tune a radio. another snickering screech echoes off the walls gradually losing it's creeping ivy, and murphy struggles against him, hands shoving, and feet kicking at kavinsky's hips, shoulders trying to cave together to wiggle his chest away from this undignified assault!!
and, wow, kavinsky's going to freaking drool on him. this is the grossest shit, why does he like this dumbass so much? (for crap exactly like this, honestly) ]
Ah, nasty! [ his hands move from shoving at kavinsky's arms and chest to pushing at his jaw, trying to angle his icky drooly face away from dripping onto his person. it doesn't help that laughing like a loon hyperventilates him some, his toothy half-grin half-grimace making his eyes narrow. ] Motherfucker, don't you dare!
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the shrieking is half made up of mad laughter, so the protests and fighting aren't that convincing, but that hardly means murphy's going to stop. he lands on the couch with an omph, and doesn't have much time to catch his breath before some douchebag starts tweaking his nipples like he's trying to tune a radio. another snickering screech echoes off the walls gradually losing it's creeping ivy, and murphy struggles against him, hands shoving, and feet kicking at kavinsky's hips, shoulders trying to cave together to wiggle his chest away from this undignified assault!!
and, wow, kavinsky's going to freaking drool on him. this is the grossest shit, why does he like this dumbass so much? (for crap exactly like this, honestly) ]
Ah, nasty! [ his hands move from shoving at kavinsky's arms and chest to pushing at his jaw, trying to angle his icky drooly face away from dripping onto his person. it doesn't help that laughing like a loon hyperventilates him some, his toothy half-grin half-grimace making his eyes narrow. ] Motherfucker, don't you dare!