Sippy🍉

I feel like Ace or Floyd who are super smelly and sweaty after basketball practice would be evil little shits and chase you around the gym trying to hug you or lift their shirt trying to fit you in it with them. Thoughts?

As a former sportsman, I feel like I have to apologise for the rest of my berthen-

Yes. They absolutely would.

Ace immediately rushes to you after practise is over, throwing both of his sweat-soaked arms over your shoulders. He’s going to torment you, poking your cheeks with fingers dripping with sweat, leaning onto you so you’re carrying half his body weight along with yours…

It’s just so fun to see you squeal and squirm, trying to shove him off. Ace doesn’t cling on long, though. He’ll drop at the first push, laughing hysterically all the while. Aw, afraid of a little sweat? Why don’t you come over and help him wipe it all off, sweetheart?

You can turn the tables on him then, because he will not expect you to actually do it for him. Ace’s unusually quiet when you’re wringing his hair dry with a towel, a faint pink dancing across his cheeks. Maybe it’s the distance between his face and yours. Maybe it’s the feeling of your hands grazing his cheeks ever so slightly as you rub his hair.

Maybe it’s the way you grumble about how spoiled he is, but still towel him dry ever so carefully. Great Seven, you’re really adorable.

Floyd’s a little more worse to deal with because he doesn’t approach you point-blank like Ace does. He creeps up on you. Silently hanging just out of sight, slowly walking towards you like a hunter stalking its prey.

The moment you let down your guard, Floyd’s rushing in for the kill. Throwing his arms around you and squeezing as tightly as he can. Suffocating you with the stench of sweat. Hell, he even lifts you up and swings you around, chuckling as you yelp in surprise.

Struggle away, lil’ shrimp! There ain’t no escape, not once Floyd has his hands on you. He’ll spin you around a few times, before he puts you down again. Yet even then, you won’t be free of this sticky eel. Floyd’s throwing his entire body onto your back, making you support him.

Aw, don’t throw him off. You’re just so cute when you’re mad, Floyd can’t help himself!

Raising a finger towards you, he’s poking your cheeks, chuckling as you scrunch up your face. Come on, he’s all tired out from running around the court…. Let him borrow your shoulders for a bit, yeah?