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“Get off of me, Balsa. Jesus christ.”
“Hmmmm… No.”
Edgar grunted as Luca squirmed to get more comfortable, his weight shifting to plant his elbows on the table as he glanced back at Valden with a grin.
“Your bony ass is going to crush my thighs, you idiot! Do you want me to start out with a hit??”
“Perhaps. That way you have to come find me to get healed!”
The Painter grumbled a bit as he halfheartedly pushed against Luca’s back- to which, of course, the inventor merely chuckled smugly as he rolled his shoulders. It was practically a back massage, for someone so damn determined to keep up the joke.
“Balsa. I’m asking you one last time.”
“Mmmmmmm?”
“Get up.”
“Make me, baby!”
The Prisoner laughed, now leaning back and pressing his back to Edgar’s chest- were it not for the fact that Luca was several inches taller than the Painter, he’d probably have rested his head against his shoulder. For the time being, though, Edgar got a face full of ponytail- which he spat out with disgust, chair screeching against the floor as he scooted backwards.
“Fucking- get OFF of me, oh my god!”
“Haha! Nnnnnnnyo!”
Alright, that was the final straw. Edgar shifted slightly, wrapping his arms around the Prisoner’s waist and pushing them both closer to the table. As he pressed his cheek against Luca’s shoulderblade, he felt the sudden twitch of confusion at the seeming hug… Before he dug into Luca’s sides with both hands, making him yelp and kick out, the table shuddering as one of its legs absorbed the sudden impact.
The Coordinator seated next to them hid her smile as she scooted away.
“Eddy- Eddy noooO! Don’t be like that!”
“Oh, now you’re whining? You seemed so content to sit here before.”
“Well, you were a cohomfy- chair!”
He squeaked as he jolted away from a sudden drilling against his ribs on one side, then darted back as it was returned from the opposite- which quickly became a rhythm, one that had him wiggling back and forth as his hands banged on the table. One of the rusty forks clattered to the floor, and Edgar grinned as he felt Luca trying to stand.
“You’re not getting away that easy.”
“Nooo! Aha- Eddyyyyyhehe!!”
“Don’t you “Eddy” me, Luca Balsa, you apologize for crushing me and then we’ll talk.”
There was another wave of laughter that Edgar delighted in, and he softly turned his head to plant a few discreet kisses on Luca’s back. This, naturally, only made him melt into the Painter’s skilled hold, and he was overcome with a fit of giggle-snorts before finally caving in.
“Okay- Ihihi’m sorryyy! Plehease, I’ll mohove! Ed!”
With one final squeeze for good measure, Edgar finally stopped his attack- but didn’t quite let go, keeping his arms laced around Luca’s waist as he hummed out a smug chuckle. Luca finally quieted, though a few snickers bubbled up in his steady breathing as he calmed.
They only had that moment, though, as the timer began to count down just as he relaxed again. Feeling Edgar’s sudden tension, the inventor shifted to turn his upper body just slightly so he could kiss the painter’s cheek and whisper just to him.
“Thank you, sweets. We’re gonna do great!”