Liam yelps, loops his arm around the left rail and swings to the side, mischief in his eyes as he tries to swipe his arm at Marty in retaliation. Clearly, the bed was not built for the swashbuckling antics of a 6'1" idiot, because it rattles precariously under his flailing. He freezes, clinging to the bed, eyes wide. A low, startled cackle rushes out of him, he catches it in the palm of his hand before returning to his brief ascent with considerably more care.
Once he's up top, he immediately moves to drape himself back over the side, again. As soon as Marty's in reach, he grasps for him, running his hands up and down the other boy's arms. "Pick up the pace, Ice Man." Ostensibly, he's trying to warm Marty up - actually, his intent is just making the journey more difficult. "I'm cold."
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Marty & Liam
Date: 2019-02-13 02:12 am (UTC)Once he's up top, he immediately moves to drape himself back over the side, again. As soon as Marty's in reach, he grasps for him, running his hands up and down the other boy's arms. "Pick up the pace, Ice Man." Ostensibly, he's trying to warm Marty up - actually, his intent is just making the journey more difficult. "I'm cold."