"No," he mocks, in a passable imitation of Cougar's accent. "You mean yes, buddy."
He groans when it's clear that Cougar really did mean that no, squirming on the bed and trying to burrow deeper into the rumpled covers, something that at least blocks out the light but also has the unfortunate side effect of making him even sweatier.
The water splashing on his skin is nice, though. Nice enough that he lifts his head to blearily peer at Cougar, having lost his glasses in the great Throwing Self Onto The Bed Incident of whatever-the-fuck-year-this-is. 2017? He's not even sure any more. They're on the bed somewhere. Probably. "Donwanna."
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He groans when it's clear that Cougar really did mean that no, squirming on the bed and trying to burrow deeper into the rumpled covers, something that at least blocks out the light but also has the unfortunate side effect of making him even sweatier.
The water splashing on his skin is nice, though. Nice enough that he lifts his head to blearily peer at Cougar, having lost his glasses in the great Throwing Self Onto The Bed Incident of whatever-the-fuck-year-this-is. 2017? He's not even sure any more. They're on the bed somewhere. Probably. "Donwanna."