[Ryan is easily tugged, until he's mostly on top of Min like a weighted blanket. Min's twist on the song still has Ryan laughing, and Min will be able to feel the motion of it against him.]
That's a hit single for sure.
[He leans up and in where directed, planting gentle little kisses here and there - on Min's neck, on the corner of his mouth. The a playful one right on his nose before ducking back down to snuggle right into Min's chest again.]
This doesn't hurt or anything, right?
[Just, you know. Making sure. Min's recovering from an injury but he sure pulled Ryan all the way on top of him anyway.]
[Sighing happily once Ryan snuggles in. He stays there a moment before raising his injured arm (though it honestly doesn't hurt at all anymore, there's maybe a little warm tingling. It's nice) to push his fingers into Ryan's hair.
This is the life. He's got his boyfriend on him, he's feeling good, he's got an orange. Everything is coming up Min-Gi.]
Min, who could barely handle holding hands in public two months ago, just called him Babe.
MinGijustcalledhimBABE.
The only reaction Ryan thinks to have in the moment is just, burying his face in Min's shirt. His words wind up a little muffled from the fabric.]
Good! Cool.
[It's a good enough distraction that he's lost track of which of Min's arms is doing what though, and he hums in content as fingers comb through his hair.]
[An enormous milestone that goes unnoticed by Min-Gi, who is simmering in warm feelings and fuzzy space cadet brain. He cards his nails across Ryan's scalp.
Nails, not claws. So there's that, which he hasn't noticed, either.
All he's really acknowledging is the orange he's putting in his mouth and Ryan's warm weight. That tea was so good. He is so content.
He can't remember the last time he was this content.
So maybe they can just.. stay there for a while. Stay right here and finish his orange and pet Ryan while an enormous weight and ball of stress detangle from his body.
It's a long, comfortable silence, but he'll eventually break it all the same.]
[Ryan says it back, but he wasn't fully emotionally prepared for it, and his brain short circuits and he loses whatever the original thought was. Babe is a powerful word, maybe even too powerful.]
--you're suuuuuper high right now. I'm not going to just leave you like that.
[Come on, that would just be mean.
He sighs as Min hits a nice spot, but then it occurs to him that wait. Shouldn't this hurt, from the claws? Is he numbing because Min is numb? Do his powers even work like that??
They absolutely don't, so it can only be one thing. He gasps softly.]
Min. Min-Giiiii. I think-- dude, are your claws gone?
[Is this actually working? Wow. Ryan is stunned beyond belief.]
[Too late. Ryan has been disturbed and he scoots until he's sitting upright - he wants to see for himself.
And there it is. For the first time in days, Min looks like himself again. His nails are still a little sharp and pointy, but otherwise? Those are definitely Min's hands. Ryan takes one for himself, marveling over it and touching it.]
You did it!
[Ryan's beaming, ready to cheerlead for him as always. He plants a gentle kiss against his fingers.]
I knew you could.
[It's sweet and sincere and...only lasts a moment before Ryan takes Min's wrist and slowly waves his hand back and forth in front of his own face.]
So, are you seeing trails or anything cool? Because you are totally tripping off the honey.
Not on purpose! I told you, Shiro said it can make people kinda spacey.
[He gave Min FAIR WARNING so this is NOT his fault. ...Probably.]
Shhhhh, it's okay.
[Ryan takes Min's hands. The last thing he wants is for it to turn into something unpleasant because Min panicked about being high, so he tries to reassure him with soft touches. Their fingers lace together.]
I'm only teasing you. It sounds like it's a good trip, and I'm staying right here, so...it's okay.
[He smiles, his face full of mischief as he says Min's words back to him.]
[Ryan is pretty sure the fixation on how good the orange is counts as some variant of the munchies, even if it's not just wanting to eat all the junk food in sight. He has munchies specifically for this lovingly peeled orange.
He's more than happy to be tugged back where he was though, settling right back in and making himself cozy.]
You do, you have fingers again. Totally worth being a little high, riiight?
[It's good news that Min isn't mad about it, but Ryan can't help laughing.]
Gotta say though, if I knew it would help this much? I would've tried to get you stoned on like, day one.
[Probably not with the magic healing honey and more likely with actual pot or something adjacent, but still. It would have been good to know!]
Yeah, I guess now we know. We'll.. add a new entry in the Min-Gi Manual.
[It's a good tool for the ol arsenal, though. Might work better some times over others, but always worth a try. They know now for next time.
There will probably be a next time. Life is hard. His normal 'get overwhelmed and squid' technique hasn't come into play and honestly he isn't sure how to do it on purpose.]
But also like, I think I just need time? I always need time. But not too much time, just the right amount of time.
Yeah, totally. "Let Min-Gi chill overnight and then bake him." There's like, a whole recipe in there.
[And they are recipe experts now that they've baked for a giant pig baby, obviously.
Unfortunately, there probably will be a next time. Ryan can attest to that himself, though he's kept quiet about it until the last week or so, until he and Min were stuck in a cosmic pocket dimension and he let slip that last month was not his first brush with corruption.
But they're learning. And even if...even when it happens again, they'll handle it better. Hopefully.]
So...is there a Ryan Manual too?
[He's decided that making Min try and explain things while high is his new favorite past time.]
[Min-Gi laughs at the baking joke. That's so punny. He loves it. In his current state it might be the cleverest joke he's every heard. So many layers! Like a cake! It's brilliant!]
[It's so good to hear Min laugh after everything they've been through in the last month and a half. That, more than anything else, fills him with immense relief.
He waits, as though Min is going to explain, and when Min doesn't he whines.]
[Ryan isn't surprised that a Ryan Manual would have lots of diagrams. Min would probably want one that was like, actually useful.
But Min pats him on the head and he just cracks up. Silky poof??? He's less sure how to feel about chicken wings (?????) but at least his guitar muscles are an important part of this diagram.
This is kind of nice, having Min go down his body this way and list off the different secret spots, but then he mentions tickle spots and Ryan's entire body tenses like Min's going to try right now.]
No, no. No tickle spots. Nope. Totally no tickle spots here. Must be out of date.
[He absolutely has tickle spots, he's just usually blessed with a boyfriend who is far too nice to use such a thing against him. Usually.]
[Ah, but you see, that is sober Min. High Min, Nim, if you will, is far more likely to Do It For The Vine.]
Nooo?
[Wriggling his fingers menacingly. They get closer and closer as he speaks. It's like, a lot of effort and he's not super into aggression right now because he's so warm and lovely and cozy, but he can feel Ryan puffing up like a little cat and that energy is magnetic.]
Because I'm pretty sure.. that's what the picture said. And I'm the only one who's read it apparently, so. I'm probably right.
[He can feel those fingers wriggling and they aren't even touching him yet. He's in tickle danger!]
Noooope, nope. It was, uh. A typo! I-It was supposed to say totally not ticklish spots.
[He could get up if he wanted to, preemptively escape the possible tickling, but he would really rather just stick around and not be tickled by his mischievous stoned boyfriend.]
Maybe we skip that part of the diagram?
[Then, he tries to go for Min's hands, even though it leaves those tickle spots totally unguarded. If he's able to he's going to just lower them to his hips-- and if he's not then he's probably doomed here.]
[Ryan is absolutely right that he is in Tickle Danger. Ya' god damned doomed, boy.
The more Ryan tries to get out of it the wider Min-Gi grins.]
Me thinks the gentleman doth protest too much.
[Fingers a wriggling away, suddenly! They strike! Right for the ribs!
PSYCHE
He jabs once to make Ryan flip out before releasing like his fingers are spring loaded and taking his hips. Laughing all the way. Look at your face!! HA!
[It absolutely works. He laughs at such a sudden high pitch that it's more of a shriek and his whole body suddenly bends to get away from that one tiny little tickle touch. One foot has somehow wound up against the back of the couch, as if he's going to kick off and launch himself to the floor like a rocket - or maybe just contort into a pretzel somehow.
His face sure is something.]
Fuck--!
[He v e r y slowly settles when Min takes his hips (and Min probably has to tug him back into place a little) but he's still tense - hypervigilant of any further tickle attacks. He pouts a little from his place on Min's chest.]
[Deception! Ryan is not a fan of the deception and tenses again, but...his whole heart melts just hearing Min laugh like that, and the gentle way he says c'mere. How can he possibly keep away?
So he lets Min laugh and rests his head against his chest. He's very cozy there, but he still pouts.]
You better not. If you tickle me I will get up and sit somewhere else.
[He wouldn't leave, never, but there are other sitting options in the room if Min's going to keep wiggling his fingers near those tickle spots. There's no way Min wants that though, and to be honest he doesn't either.]
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Tell 'em Deez Nuts sent cha
Ha! First comes love~ Then comes marriage~
[Tugging Ryan in closer. Kissing, you say. Don't mind if he does.]
Then comes..an.. orange in the monkey carriage? Yassssss~
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That's a hit single for sure.
[He leans up and in where directed, planting gentle little kisses here and there - on Min's neck, on the corner of his mouth. The a playful one right on his nose before ducking back down to snuggle right into Min's chest again.]
This doesn't hurt or anything, right?
[Just, you know. Making sure. Min's recovering from an injury but he sure pulled Ryan all the way on top of him anyway.]
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[Sighing happily once Ryan snuggles in. He stays there a moment before raising his injured arm (though it honestly doesn't hurt at all anymore, there's maybe a little warm tingling. It's nice) to push his fingers into Ryan's hair.
This is the life. He's got his boyfriend on him, he's feeling good, he's got an orange. Everything is coming up Min-Gi.]
Feels good.
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Min, who could barely handle holding hands in public two months ago, just called him Babe.
MinGijustcalledhimBABE.
The only reaction Ryan thinks to have in the moment is just, burying his face in Min's shirt. His words wind up a little muffled from the fabric.]
Good! Cool.
[It's a good enough distraction that he's lost track of which of Min's arms is doing what though, and he hums in content as fingers comb through his hair.]
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Nails, not claws. So there's that, which he hasn't noticed, either.
All he's really acknowledging is the orange he's putting in his mouth and Ryan's warm weight. That tea was so good. He is so content.
He can't remember the last time he was this content.
So maybe they can just.. stay there for a while. Stay right here and finish his orange and pet Ryan while an enormous weight and ball of stress detangle from his body.
It's a long, comfortable silence, but he'll eventually break it all the same.]
Will you stay tonight?
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[Ryan says it back, but he wasn't fully emotionally prepared for it, and his brain short circuits and he loses whatever the original thought was. Babe is a powerful word, maybe even too powerful.]
--you're suuuuuper high right now. I'm not going to just leave you like that.
[Come on, that would just be mean.
He sighs as Min hits a nice spot, but then it occurs to him that wait. Shouldn't this hurt, from the claws? Is he numbing because Min is numb? Do his powers even work like that??
They absolutely don't, so it can only be one thing. He gasps softly.]
Min. Min-Giiiii. I think-- dude, are your claws gone?
[Is this actually working? Wow. Ryan is stunned beyond belief.]
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[Wait what, his what?
Min draws his hands back and up into the air to look at them without disturbing Ryan.
The nails are a little sharp but lo and behold! Hands!]
Woah..
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And there it is. For the first time in days, Min looks like himself again. His nails are still a little sharp and pointy, but otherwise? Those are definitely Min's hands. Ryan takes one for himself, marveling over it and touching it.]
You did it!
[Ryan's beaming, ready to cheerlead for him as always. He plants a gentle kiss against his fingers.]
I knew you could.
[It's sweet and sincere and...only lasts a moment before Ryan takes Min's wrist and slowly waves his hand back and forth in front of his own face.]
So, are you seeing trails or anything cool? Because you are totally tripping off the honey.
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[He tries to brace his hands. Stop it. Let him see.
They're still hands. Actual, real hands.]
I'm not tripping.
...
Am I? Am I high? Ryan, did you get me high?
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[He gave Min FAIR WARNING so this is NOT his fault. ...Probably.]
Shhhhh, it's okay.
[Ryan takes Min's hands. The last thing he wants is for it to turn into something unpleasant because Min panicked about being high, so he tries to reassure him with soft touches. Their fingers lace together.]
I'm only teasing you. It sounds like it's a good trip, and I'm staying right here, so...it's okay.
[He smiles, his face full of mischief as he says Min's words back to him.]
I will be so, so sweet to you.
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And he was warned. And yeah, now that it's been acknowledged and he can put the feelings to an explanation, it all makes sense.
No paranoia this time, or munchies, or parents to hide from, which beats the pants off their high school dabbling. Just all the fuzzy feel good.]
God,
[He gives in.]
I am. I'm so high. I'm so high, you got me high!
[It's a whine but he grabs Ryan up and tugs him back against his chest.]
I'm high and I can't even be mad because it's amazing and I have fingers again!
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He's more than happy to be tugged back where he was though, settling right back in and making himself cozy.]
You do, you have fingers again. Totally worth being a little high, riiight?
[It's good news that Min isn't mad about it, but Ryan can't help laughing.]
Gotta say though, if I knew it would help this much? I would've tried to get you stoned on like, day one.
[Probably not with the magic healing honey and more likely with actual pot or something adjacent, but still. It would have been good to know!]
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[It's a good tool for the ol arsenal, though. Might work better some times over others, but always worth a try. They know now for next time.
There will probably be a next time. Life is hard. His normal 'get overwhelmed and squid' technique hasn't come into play and honestly he isn't sure how to do it on purpose.]
But also like, I think I just need time? I always need time. But not too much time, just the right amount of time.
[Right? Right.]
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[And they are recipe experts now that they've baked for a giant pig baby, obviously.
Unfortunately, there probably will be a next time. Ryan can attest to that himself, though he's kept quiet about it until the last week or so, until he and Min were stuck in a cosmic pocket dimension and he let slip that last month was not his first brush with corruption.
But they're learning. And even if...even when it happens again, they'll handle it better. Hopefully.]
So...is there a Ryan Manual too?
[He's decided that making Min try and explain things while high is his new favorite past time.]
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Uh, yeah. Obviously.
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He waits, as though Min is going to explain, and when Min doesn't he whines.]
What's iiiiin it?
[Tell him; he's dying to know!!!]
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Uhhhhh... paaages? And like, a lot of diagrams.
For example: Knowing Your Ryan, 101.
[Min pats Ryan on the head]
This is the silky poof.
[Moving down to the shoulders and biceps respectively.]
The chicken wings and strong parts.
[Further on down to ribs, though he's having trouble not laughing as he speaks.]
The soft spots.. and tickle spots..
[You don't think he will but try him]
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But Min pats him on the head and he just cracks up. Silky poof??? He's less sure how to feel about chicken wings (?????) but at least his guitar muscles are an important part of this diagram.
This is kind of nice, having Min go down his body this way and list off the different secret spots, but then he mentions tickle spots and Ryan's entire body tenses like Min's going to try right now.]
No, no. No tickle spots. Nope. Totally no tickle spots here. Must be out of date.
[He absolutely has tickle spots, he's just usually blessed with a boyfriend who is far too nice to use such a thing against him. Usually.]
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Nooo?
[Wriggling his fingers menacingly. They get closer and closer as he speaks. It's like, a lot of effort and he's not super into aggression right now because he's so warm and lovely and cozy, but he can feel Ryan puffing up like a little cat and that energy is magnetic.]
Because I'm pretty sure.. that's what the picture said. And I'm the only one who's read it apparently, so. I'm probably right.
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Noooope, nope. It was, uh. A typo! I-It was supposed to say totally not ticklish spots.
[He could get up if he wanted to, preemptively escape the possible tickling, but he would really rather just stick around and not be tickled by his mischievous stoned boyfriend.]
Maybe we skip that part of the diagram?
[Then, he tries to go for Min's hands, even though it leaves those tickle spots totally unguarded. If he's able to he's going to just lower them to his hips-- and if he's not then he's probably doomed here.]
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The more Ryan tries to get out of it the wider Min-Gi grins.]
Me thinks the gentleman doth protest too much.
[Fingers a wriggling away, suddenly! They strike! Right for the ribs!
PSYCHE
He jabs once to make Ryan flip out before releasing like his fingers are spring loaded and taking his hips. Laughing all the way. Look at your face!! HA!
Win/win for Min.]
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His face sure is something.]
Fuck--!
[He v e r y slowly settles when Min takes his hips (and Min probably has to tug him back into place a little) but he's still tense - hypervigilant of any further tickle attacks. He pouts a little from his place on Min's chest.]
Yeah, yeah. Go ahead. Laugh it up.
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Okay, no, no, I’m sorry, c’mere it’s okay I won’t.
[And he won’t, but he isn’t sorry, having to wipe tears from his eyes before grabbing Ryan back up again. Hips are good, see? No danger.
Maybe a little danger. Maybe he’ll flex like he’s gonna do it again, but it’s a lie! Deception!
As funny as it would be to see Ryan catapult himself across the room he doesn’t want the contact to finish.]
C’mere, c’mere I promise.
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So he lets Min laugh and rests his head against his chest. He's very cozy there, but he still pouts.]
You better not. If you tickle me I will get up and sit somewhere else.
[He wouldn't leave, never, but there are other sitting options in the room if Min's going to keep wiggling his fingers near those tickle spots. There's no way Min wants that though, and to be honest he doesn't either.]
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[Squeezing Ryan’s hips softly for good measure.
As much as he likes occasional horseplay, he hasn’t had the luxury of Ryan’s intimate affection long enough to sacrifice it for a joke.
And also, honestly, that took a lot of physical effort just now and the world is still very merrily rolling around him.
Which, you know. If they nest here like this long enough it’s gonna turn into Min rolling up against Ryan.]
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