[ Waver squirms, but it's only for show. He's not really struggling, and it's easy enough any for Berserker to keep hold of him and drag him closer. With a huff, Waver settles into his lap, twisting his head away ticklishly when Berserker noses at his throat. ]
Stop whining.
[ They really are as bad as one another. ]
You're so needy.
[ Waver says, as if he's not the one who regularly comes over to cuddle if his partner's not around, and whose own neediness is well-known to Berserker by now in various ways. Glass houses and all that.
Waver reaches out to welcome Diarmuid back into the pile once he's done with the fire, kicking some space open for him in the tangle of blankets that had gotten messed up when their positions switched around. ]
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[ Waver squirms, but it's only for show. He's not really struggling, and it's easy enough any for Berserker to keep hold of him and drag him closer. With a huff, Waver settles into his lap, twisting his head away ticklishly when Berserker noses at his throat. ]
Stop whining.
[ They really are as bad as one another. ]
You're so needy.
[ Waver says, as if he's not the one who regularly comes over to cuddle if his partner's not around, and whose own neediness is well-known to Berserker by now in various ways. Glass houses and all that.
Waver reaches out to welcome Diarmuid back into the pile once he's done with the fire, kicking some space open for him in the tangle of blankets that had gotten messed up when their positions switched around. ]
Thanks for tending the fire, Diarmuid.
[ Someone appreciates it, see? ]