home again, home again, jiggity jig

[_willferrell]

*pull the Aston-Martin in the garage, grab my bags and Jack's toothbrush, kick the door open, avoid him hitting the back of my head*

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[tropnevad]

ow. *rubs nose*

*hangs from your shoulder, pointedly does not look at your arse*

I hate you.

[_willferrell]

*bounces up and down on my feet in an exaggerated manner, slap your ass soundly, then deposit you on the sofa, a bit ungracefully*

Do not.

[tropnevad]

oomph!

I'm not getting into a five year old pissing contest with you. You can believe me or not.

[_willferrell]

*walks back over to the couch with two bottles of water, hands you one*

It's called being "silly." Surely you've figured out by now that I have a tendency to do that.

*sits down next to you, toes off shoes, props them up on coffee table, sighs in relief*

Or am I going to have to tell you about it in song? *eyes you speculatively*