Curate, connect, and discover
very sleep deprived but what if: "I dunno, I'm just saying--" sqh wiggles his eyebrows at him.
"stop saying. immediately." to punctuate his words, sqq goes for his true and tried technique: throwing a fan at sqh's forehead with deadly accuracy. it strikes true before the other could dodge and the other lets out a hiss of pain, but stops talking with a small whine of "bro--" and a pout.
a few minutes later, when sqh is still sending him shiny wide eyes and exaggeratedly rubbing at his forehead, sqq sighs. without thinking, he leans over to smack a giant wet kiss on the slightly reddened spot, pushing a bit of spiritual energy into it. he dismisses down the intense urge he has to bite and make it worse. the mark disappears.
"there, I healed it. fucking happy?"
"very happy, thank you very much"
sqh looks at him from underneath his eyelashes, a teasing smirk growing on his face at getting sqq to capitulate, and sqq rolls his eyes, bc sqh honestly could've and should've done it himself, what does he look like, a fucking healer?? he already has to deal with without a cure and sure the amount of energy needed to heal a small knock on the head was so minuscule that it wouldn't affect him even on a bad day, but like???
he's been giving in more and more these days but its not his fault that the airplane was so convincing when he started to act fucking pathetic and just made sqq feel bad for him a little.
(and okay, he likes how vicious, apathetic, hyper competent a-hua can sometimes just be so cute and needy--)
someone cleared their throat.
sqq instantly freezes. he carefully does not notice from the corner of his eyes how sqh has also gone rigid.
in eerie and stiff unison, they both turned their heads to face the rest of the room. the very full room. the very full room of other peak lords. the very full room of other peak lords because they were currently at the monthly peak lord meeting.
the very full room of other peak lords that were staring at him and sqh because they just witnessed him plant a kiss on sqh's forehead.
the silence stretched.
damnit, airplane.