#hydeman

“Where do you think, huh!? You’re not gonna get my eye this time, man!”

This is how it would always turn out—& once again, they were at the Formans; Michael Kelso on one side of Eric’s car & Steven Hyde on the other. Kelso had managed to do something stupid again towards the other—this time he had licked his own hand and wiped it off on Hyde’s cheek, running up the stairs and outside to the predicament they were currently in; playing a game of chase & Kelso hoping that he had won this time—instead of getting his ass kicked.

They both knew how this would probably end, unfortunately.

Kelso’s lips were pulled into a grin, body hunched over as he faked moving left—then faked moving right—before he committed to moving left and trying to run right past the younger; whatever smarts he had in this idea leaving him right in that moment; giving Hyde the opening to kick his ass—by accident. Again.