Kia ⭐️

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Bdubs snorts. "What, you think I oughta be out partying it up? Boozing with my bros?"

Etho laughs, then shrugs, tilting his head to the side. "Well..."

"Puh-lease. I'm way too tired for that. You know how many freakin' landscapes I painted this week? I been knee-deep in brown pigment and regret."

"Aw, Bdubs. The happy little trees giving you trouble?"

"Laugh it up," Bdubs grumbles as Etho giggles at his own quip. "Yeah, some of us have to do actual art around here. What have you accomplished lately, huh? Didja code a really good cube? Run 'Doom' on a tamagotchi?"

Etho's giggle grows into full-chested laughs, his grin obvious behind his mask. "Uh huh, you nailed it. I got a repetitive stress injury from clicking and dragging."

"Poor baby," Bdubs coos sarcastically, taking Etho by the hand to inspect his wrist. "Yep. Classic copy paste carpal tunnel. Your career as a basement dweller is over," he shakes his head grimly, his thumb resting just over Etho's pulse point.

Etho pulls his arm back, draping it over his middle as his laughs trail off. He pretends to focus on the movie they're watching, hyper aware of the absent warmth when Bdubs moves back, lounging into the cushions.

They sit in silence then, watching the rest of their movie, Bdubs drumming his fingers on his folded knees. Etho catches himself stroking the skin on the inside of his own wrist and tucks his hands against his sides.