#lee!rappa

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“Here you go! A new recipe, I hope you two like it..” Argenti smiled warmly, presenting a small batch of cookies elegantly before them.

Rappa’s eyes lit up as she clasped her hands together excitedly, Boothill let out a small laugh. “You’ve turned into quite the baker, haven’t you?” He commented with evident fondness.

Argenti leaned over the counter to be closer to his boyfriend, “Of course I have, you make such beautiful expressions whenever you’re enjoying something I’ve made. As long as you keep smiling like that, I’ll keep baking.” The knight lifted a hand to cup Boothill’s cheek, his eyes fond.

Boothill, despite being used to Argenti’s… dramatic way of speaking, felt his face heat up a bit. Covering his reaction with a small scoff before rolling his eyes, swatting his hand away. “Yeah, yeah— whatever you say, lover boy. Sweet talk won’t make the cookies any sweeter, y’know.”

Argenti laughed, the cowboy's reddened cheeks not slipping by unnoticed. The knight fixed his gaze over to Rappa who was looking up at him expectantly with these adoring puppy dog eyes that Argenti would forever be swayed by. “They should be cooled enough now, go ahead, dear.”

“Hell yes!” She grinned, instantly grabbing one and taking a bite. Boothill followed quickly after, his bite just as rushed and messy as hers. It only took a few seconds before both of their eyes widened, not shocked, but overjoyed that another one of Argenti’s baked goods were a delicious success.

Boothill sent a big grin his way, “You’ve done it again! Save some skill for the rest of us, yeah?”

Rappa shoved the whole thing in her mouth and quickly swallowed it all up before she praised him. “It’s so good! Thank you Knight Ninja!”

“You’re very welcome! Uh, Rappa— be careful not to choke, alright?” Argenti laughed nervously, watching as Rappa shoved another cookie in her mouth and ate it at a concerning speed, before rushing to grab another.

Boothill’s eyes widened, having just finished his first. “Wh- Hey! Don’t eat em’ all!” He scolded, quickly grabbing two more. “Jeez! You’d think we don’t feed you!”

Argenti laughed and Rappa giggled a bit too, before the homely air suddenly shifted between the two Galaxy Rangers. Boothill and Rappa’s eyes locked onto the plate, and then onto eachother— noticing a concerning fact…

There was only one cookie left!

Their eyes shined with determination once they realized that they both wanted it. In an instant, Rappa rushed to reach out for it, wanting to steal it for herself. She was just inches away from it before…

BANG!

Her chair was kicked out from under her, a cowboy boot making harsh contact with the side of it. With a shriek she fell to the floor, landing right on her ass. Of course, Boothill, the one who had used such a cheap tactic— grinned like an idiot. Quickly grabbing his prize and taking a big bite, making sure to look the pink haired girl right in the eyes while he did it.

“Close, but not close enough~” He joked, Argenti letting out a small, disappointed sigh at his boyfriend’s childishness. “Be quicker next time, yeah?”

“Ohoho?” She stared up at him, her expression filled with misplaced confidence. Boothill grinned down at her with a smug, mischievous glare.

A second later she suddenly charged up at him. Likely, to push him off his chair for revenge, or to steal the two cookies that he hadn’t bitten yet. “You dare mess with the great Dazzling Ninja?! You are so gonna get it, Silvergun ShuraHA— PFFT! AAHahahaha! W-WaHAhahait!”

Unfortunately for Rappa, as soon as she got within in his grasps, she had fallen right into his planned, mischievous trap. Argenti watched with surprised eyes as Boothill moved the cookie to the side and quickly threw her over his lap, her head and legs dangling in the air. Wasting no time before his ten iron fingers dug playfully into her tummy.

“Well damn, just what kinda ninja couldn’t have seen this comin’?” He teased, breaking out into the fondest smile as she started screaming with laughter. It was hilarious, her laugh was always just as loud and free as her. God… it even reminded him of the times he’d tickle his daughter, or mess with the band of troublesome teens that were endlessly being adopted into their cowboy crew.

It’s not often he gets to reminisce about his home planet in a way that doesn’t make him frown.

Rappa kicked her legs wildly in the air, enough that Argenti could see them peeking up from the other side of the kitchen counter. “AHAHAhaha! D-Dahahamn it! Thihihihis— Is nahahahat fahahahair!” She complained half heartedly, squealing when Boothill's hands latched onto her hips, grabbing his wrists to try and shove him away.

“Not fair? You came at me! I was just defending myself, girl.” Boothill snickered, finding a good spot on her hips that made her thrashing become almost wild.

Amongst her frantic laughter, Rappa became worried that her squirming was gonna make her slip off his lap, removing a hand from his wrist as she grabbed onto the countertop tightly. “AHAHahahaha! B-Boothihihill, I-Im— I’ihihim gonna fahahahall!” She squeaked through panicky laughter, laughing too hard to use his nickname.

A second later Boothill’s scribbles dove under her exposed underarm, it’s not his fault the opportunity was right there!

“AHAHAHA!” She quickly let go of the countertop as her arm tightened against her side. “PleheheheHEHhehease!”

The cowboy shook his head, “Psshh, you’re fineeeee! I wouldn’t let you fall, unless…” Boothill’s knees lowered ever so slightly, putting the girl on a small angle before quickly straightening his legs again. Rappa though, let out a loud shriek and kicked her legs in panic, her laughter somehow becoming even more squeaky.

His silliness worked well in making her laugh even harder, and for obvious reasons that made his fondness grow.

Still, Boothill burst out into laughter at the sound, his eyes closing contemptuously as he laughed along with her. Rappa snorted when she felt a poke to her ribs, rushing to plead despite how much fun she was having. “ARGEhehehenti! Plehehease, heheheHEHEhehelp mehehehe!”

Boothill tutted playfully, “Heh heh~ Nice try, but unfortunately for you, Argenti knows better than to pick sides.” He announced with even worse misplaced confidence… because a second later…

There was a squeak, followed by a string of high-pitched giggles that sounded like they totally shouldn't belong to the tough cyborg. But oh, did they ever. Argenti’s fingers had hooked under his chin, targeting the perfect spot on his neck to send the cowboy squirming.

“Y-Yohohohou…! Frihihihick! Oh nohoho!Nononono pleheheheaasee! Argehentihihi!” He crumbled under the gentle touch, pleading, which is something he never, ever does— Unless… It’s because Argenti is tickling his neck and making him giggle like an idiot.

His fingers stilled and his metallic shoulders scrunched up, he wanted to rush to defend himself— but he didn’t want Rappa to actually fall so he focused his strength on holding her up even though he was sliding down his chair.

“Quick, Rappa! Escape while you can!” He laughed, clearly— enjoying himself just as much as the other two were. “Hmm~ I forgot you could giggle like this, my Silver Cowboy.” He teased, which made a certain cyborg blush a cute pink.

Feeling Rappa escaping, he tried to hook his hands under her arms. “Yohohou thihihihink, yohohou cahahan escape so ehehe— AHA!” Argenti’s fingers dug right under Boothill’s jaw, which quickly shut him up with the most adorable laughter. “TRAHAhahaitor!” He immediately accused, Rappa found herself able to safely slip away from them, falling to the ground as she focused on catching her breath.

Boothill kicked his boots against the bottom of the counter, scrunching up his shoulders as he reached up for Argenti’s hands. “You put up a good fight, Galaxy Ranger.” Argenti giggled a bit, one of his hands leaving his boyfriend’s jawline to gently lift Boothill’s chin.

“Lehehet gohohoho! Lehehet— GYAHAHA! St-Stahahap thahahatttt!” Boothill squealed when Argenti leaned down and blew a raspberry on the now exposed skin, his strength fighting against Argenti’s hand to pull his chin down to his chest.

He failed at that, but after a couple more well-placed raspberries that had him screaming with laughter, Boothill leaned back harshly on reflex, which made his chair fall backwards. The cyborg, and the knight, toppling over with it.

It wasn’t long before Boothill made good use of their new positions and turned the tables on Argenti, the knight's elegant laughter soon filling the room. Boothill was so distracted getting revenge on Argenti, that he hadn’t noticed Rappa had recovered from the attack.

She stood up swiftly, looking at the two for a second before giggling. “I’ll be taking these~” Rappa grinned, stealing Boothill’s cookies and slipping away to her room.