*snorts to hide how uneasy and inadequate the question makes him feel* Oh, well, I’m sure you’ll find someone, Lennon. *cough pointedly, wondering what the hell he’s doing here* Got you a present. Sorry I’m late. *hands such a neatly wrapped present that it looks borderline obsessive *
::blinks as he glances up at Paul, before allowing a slow smile to creep across his face:: Thanks, McCartney. ::laughs softly, as if at some private joke, as he picks at the meticulous wrapping of Paul's present:: As it happens, I've got something for you too...
*frowns suspiciously at the cryptic glint in John’s eyes. Not that the man is usually any easier to decipher* “Yeah?” *pads closer carefully* “What is it?” *smiles then, the lure of a present making him as naive as a child unsuspectingly climbing into Santa’s lap*
::reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crumpled sheet of paper:: ::smooths it out to reveal a picture of two very stylized but unmistakable figures:: See... that's us. Pretty chummy, aren't we? ::grins broadly::
*leans closer and takes the drawing with a pout* I look like a girl. Why do I always look like a girl on your pictures, hey? *glares mildly, and then cocks his head to the left, considering* John, where is your hand supposed to be? *frowns*
*Paul just glares* Fuck off mate. My eyes are great, you’re just a myopic jealous git. *looks closer* Oh it’s alright, then. I thought it was on me butt. I’d have had to cripple ya if it had been the case. *raises brows insolently, only mildly joking*
*stares right back more out of habit that out of real will to dare him. There’s something stupidly mesmerizing about John’s eyes, despite the fact that he’s blind as a bat. Paul raises his brows as the staring contest goes on, snorting at how ridiculous they’re being. He rolls them, then, looking back at the drawing.* “I’m not telling you. Classified information, you see.” *He shrugs and folds the drawing, slipping it into his pocket carefully* “I’ll keep it anyway. Put it with all the others drawing of me looking like a girl you did already.” *flashes impish smile*
::blinks, then closes his eyes, rubbing the middle of his forehead:: Ow. ::blinks again, rapidly, before glancing back at Paul, unconsciously licking his lips:: Thanks, mate. I'm honored. ::quickly grabs one of Paul's hands and brings it to his lips, making a big show of bowing over it and kissing it::
*Paul rolls his eyes and sniggers, batting his eyelashes* “You’re quite welcome, lord Lennon, my pleasure, *he replies in a high-pitched posh voice before whacking at the back of John’s head* “Whatchit Lennon, manly as I am, I could get pissed off by your innuendoes. *attempts to look though*
Ow fuck-- ::smacks Paul lightly across the face:: I don't know if innuendo is the right word, I'd say they're more... overtures. ::smirks in a very self-satisfied fashion, then leans in to briefly kiss the red mark he's left on Paul's cheek::
*frowns, not actually sure he likes the mocking glint in John’s eyes* “Overtures for what, Lennon?”, he replies sarcastically, “Ugly git like you, you don’t seriously think I’d be interested, c’mon...” *yelps at the slap, eyes widening when a kiss is pressed to his sore cheek* “I thought we had outgrown the ‘kiss it better’ phase, mate.”
::withdraws, glancing down in embarrassment before recovering his smug smile and looking Paul in the eyes again:: Oh, I don't know... I'm not much uglier than George, at least, I don't think I am. ::reaches out to stroke Paul's cheek with his fingertips:: Sorry, mate. Don't know me own strength...
*Paul catches the half-second of uncertainty in John’s behaviour and this slight insecurity, this slight embarrassment puzzles him more than any goofy prank the man can pull. He stiffens unconsciously when George is evoked.* “And your point is…?” *John’s fingers feel uncannily nice on his cheek but he bats him away nonetheless and snorts, accepting the apology* “You wish, Lennon.”
::scoots away from Paul, dropping his hands to his knees:: My point is... you already know what my point is, but I'll give it to you anyway just so we don't misunderstand each other. ::looks down at his hands which are folded in his lap as he continues:: You like George, don't you?
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::taps the picture:: Hand's behind me back. Can't you tell? ::smirks::
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Mm... you'd cripple me, eh? So how would you go about doing that? ::smiles oddly, still trying to win his rather one-sided staring contest with Paul::
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