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Subspace, Medkit and all the other supports were lounging on the sofas in the locker rooms, they had 3 small couches that the others were sat down on. Since Boombox had claimed the first couch entirely for himself, sprawled out with his arms behind his head and feet kicked up, taking up far more space than necessary. Vinestaff, on the other hand, was curled up on the second couch, her eyes closed as she indulged in a much-needed beauty rest before the next match.
There was no room for Subspace to sit since Medkit was on the last couch. So Subspace did what he had to do, he sat half on the floor and half on Medkit.
“I hate being in your presence, I hope you know that.” Subspace spoke, arms crossed as he turned away from Medkit “You’re literally sitting half on my lap.” Medkit replied, slightly amused expression at the other “Because there is nowhere else to sit!” Subspace yelled, waving his hands around like a child
“Because there is nowhere else to sit!” Subspace shot back, his voice rising in exasperation as he waved his hands around, his movements exaggerated and almost comical, like a child throwing a tantrum.
“Now, now, calm down, little baby. You’ll wake Vinestaff up,” Medkit scolded lightly, his tone a mix of gentle teasing and genuine concern as he gestured toward the sleeping support, her serene expression undisturbed by the commotion.
Subspace’s frustration boiled over, his patience finally snapping. “GET OFF THE COUCH!! I WANNA SIT!!” he yelled, his voice echoing through the small room as he glared up at Medkit, his eyes narrowing in defiance.
Medkit sighed, shaking his head with a resigned smile. “...You are hopeless,” he muttered, more to himself than to Subspace. Without another word, he reached down and effortlessly picked Subspace up, shifting him into his lap with a practiced ease that spoke of familiarity with the scientist's antics.
Medkit would do anything just for the pink bubblegum whore to shut up.