Lay on the fucking thing, don't... just come here?
[Tate's scowling as he slips to lay back, but reaches over to grab Derek by the bicep and try to tug him closer. Onto the sleeping bag he's using as bedding under him, where there's only the slightest cushion but it feels like enough. Tate's often always cold, so he doesn't mind the chilly air but he would feel far more comfortable with Derek not acting like a dweeb. He'll then curl up a bit out of habit, wanting to turn on his side but not wanting to break eye contact with Derek.]
What should we talk about then? Want... wanna play a game? Just asking each other questions. No winning or losing, just... stuff like what's your favorite food?
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[Tate's scowling as he slips to lay back, but reaches over to grab Derek by the bicep and try to tug him closer. Onto the sleeping bag he's using as bedding under him, where there's only the slightest cushion but it feels like enough. Tate's often always cold, so he doesn't mind the chilly air but he would feel far more comfortable with Derek not acting like a dweeb. He'll then curl up a bit out of habit, wanting to turn on his side but not wanting to break eye contact with Derek.]
What should we talk about then? Want... wanna play a game? Just asking each other questions. No winning or losing, just... stuff like what's your favorite food?