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Lando lays on Oscar's lap after yet another shitty race with their McLarens. 'Just to relax,' he claims, shouts it high and loud from the rooftops, swears up and down it's the hard, raw truth.
Oscar sees right through him. He sighs, he removes his arms from their spot crossed over his chest, and lets Lando laze on him.
Oscar stays locked onto the television, the screen reflecting on his eyes. He could probably watch it off them if he wants to see it inversed.
Lando's eyes drift to Oscar's freckles. He'd never counted them before ... he should. He should totally do that — now he needs to know, desperately. This was his chance, he was in the prime position to do so.
His eyes drag over his face, counting one, two, three - Oscar stays oblivious, leaning back on the couch.
He has forty one freckles visible on the skin Lando could see. They're like constellations laid across his skin, beautiful. Oscar is beautiful. He was beautiful, he was funny and Lando always found himself laughing at his jokes when apparently they 'weren't that funny'.
The ads flick on. Lando watches him sigh, looking around the room, because literally no one wants to watch ads.
His brown eyes eventually land on Lando's green ones. He stares like he knows — maybe he was all-knowing — and then he brings a hand to his owm face, smiling. Like he thought Lando was ridiculous.
It's a win in Lando's book.
"You smiled!" He cheers, clapping his hands together once. "That means I won, Osc! Finally!"
Oscar shakes his head. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Counting you and your forty one freckles."
"... really?" Oscar stares, a smile still lingering upon his lips. He still thought Lando was ridiculous.
Lando nods. Oscar shrugs and his gaze slips back towards the television like none of that happened. "Aren't you going to acknowledge my humongous efforts?"
Another shrug. A cheeky smile. Damn you, Oscar!
"Hellooo?" Lando calls, waving a hand in front of Oscar's face.
He only recieves a: "Shh. I'm watching my show."
"You're so rude." He, begrudgingly, accepts the fact he won't recieve anything different from these bland answers. So, with his treacherous mission overall failed, Lando turns on his side, resting his head on the armrest and opting for sulking.
No one can melt this one, to Lando's utter dismay.