#keeridfeo

Fandom: EPlC Modern AU 

“BRRRAAAUUPP!-aaaahhh,” Orfeo belched loudly after drinking his can of ginger ale.

“Ew, you're so gross sometimes,” Keenan complained, nudging his shoulder.

“What? It's completely natural,” Riddy defended him.

“Well, yes, but he doesn't have to be so…vulgar about it,” Ari commented from her position; her head on Riddy's lap.

“Exactly,” Keenan agreed.

“The way his tummy releases air is his business,” Riddy patted Orfeo's stomach, sending up another burp.

“BBRRUAAP!-ah, it feels better to let them free,” Orfeo groaned, his head jolting hard with another, “BWARP!-mmm.”

“You could at least excuse yourself,” Ari told him, “have some manners, will you?”

“Why bo-OOOUURP!-whew,” Orfeo rubbed his stomach, “why bother when more are coming? BUUUUUH!-oooh…”

Keenan looked at Orfeo expectantly.

“Fine,” Orfeo rolled his eyes before forcing some air down his throat so he could produce a longer burp. Satisfied, he let it out, “excgUUUUUse meeee-aaaah. There, happy?”

Keenan frowned, looking away. It was one thing to burp, but burping on command could lead to something he hadn't seen Orfeo do before.

Sure, he'd have singles every once in a while, but never a full case.

“What's the problem, Keeenaan-OURP!-ah,” Orfeo smirked at him. “I said BUP! excuse me like GGRRUUP! you wanted.”

Keenan glanced at Orfeo and noticed the absolute sinister look on his face. Keenan's blood ran cold.

Orfeo knew exactly what he was doing.

“You're being excessive,” Ari rolled her eyes.

“UUURRPP-UCK! Oh, is that so?” Orfeo raised an eyebrow, “what makes you HUCK!-GUURRRP! think so? HUGGUCK!-BUH!”

“You gave yourself the hiccups,” Ari rolled her eyes.

“HU'ULK!-GURP! Huh, seems so HULGUCK!” Orfeo smirked and looked straight into Keenan's eyes, the view broken when his head rocked back with the force of another hiccup.

Keenan's eyes widened and he blushed profusely. He looked away.

“Gosh they're so HOULKULK!-GMP! strong, feel them, sweethear-HAULK!” Orfeo gently took Keenan's hand and placed it right on his stomach.

Keenan used all of his willpower to hold back a whimper at the strength of the next “HIIUH!-BUH!” that popped out of his stomach.

“Dude,” Ari said, annoyed.

“What?” Orfeo rolled his eyes, “I can't HU'UUCK! help it. I've go-OCK!-GRP!-got the hicGUP!-hiccups.”

“You're making Keenan uncomfortable and now we can't hear the TV,” Ari complained. 

Keenan squeaked quietly. Why did she have to shine attention on him right now as he was fighting for his life?

“Sh-HIIICK!-GOURP! am I mak-HUCGK'UL!-gmp!-making you uncomf-HMPK'MMK!-uff uncomfortab-HULK!-ble, Keenan?” Orfeo frowned, sincerely apologetic puppy eyes shining at him.

“No no, I'm-mmm-I'm fine,” Keenan bit his lip and pinched the bridge of his nose, “just…please cure yourself.”

“Yeah…HEELK!-GRRP!-uh, about that–GRUP!” Orfeo blushed and looked away.

“Nothing cures him,” Riddy told him, stroking Orfeo's back. “Well, except waiting.”

“Tragic,” Ari shook her head, “you did this to yourself, though.”

“GRRR-HULK!-GOUURP!-whew,” Orfeo patted his chest, “I kn-hingk'uk!URK!-know. Kinda HIUCK!-GRRUUP! regretting hi'NGK! it now though HOLP!OUUURR–GUH!-shit.”

“I bet,” Ari tilted her head.

Keenan and Riddy both provided Orfeo with lots of tummy rubs and back strokes for comfort. After another ten minutes, the hiccups eventually went away and the four of them continued watching TV.