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“I could fight Sett and win, y’know.” No, he can’t. Where is this even coming from?

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“You know.... fighting consists of not curling up on the floor and crying – right?”

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shoves his face into sett’s chest

he is…very disheveled and tired

He deserves this.

"WHOA hey! At least let me shower before you- ... What's up with you? Did you stream all night again?"

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@hitbeats : You better burn off all those calories or I’m going to keep callin you muffin man

“DUDE WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN TO ME!!!!”

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“YOU WERE COMPLAINING ABOUT GAINING WEIGHT LIKE TWO DAYS AGO DON’T ACT LIKE THIS.”

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DOES A SICK KICK FLIP—

lands on his face

He claps happily but suddenly stops as he stares at the other facedown on the ground. For a moment he hesitates- then he finally shoots up from his chair to check on Ezreal who seemingly had become unresponsive for a few seconds.

“E-Ezreal?”

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bites him bites him bites him bites him--

“WHAT'S YOUR DEAL!!”

He throws his head back to fake a scream. Then grabs the smaller popstar. Pulling him close and practically wrestling him onto the couc. Enveloping him in his large arms and holding him tightly, as if imprisoning Ezreal in his muscular bicep.

“Gay baby jail for bitey boys!”

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starts lightly kicking him out of nowhere--

He feels a tap against his thigh, then another. Ears perk before he whips around, facing Ezreal and swatting at the air as if trying to retaliate the attack.

“No!! We’re supposed to be practicing dances!! No KICKING!!”

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“A month for the El Jibbity???”

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He crawls onto Sett’s lap, sighing softly through his nose as he idly scrolls through social media. It doesn’t take long for him to place his phone on his lap, nose wrinkling slightly and shoulders slumping softly. “Hey, Sett?” His voice starts to trail off to something much quieter.

“…You love me, right?”

After coming home from a workout Sett did his normal routine. He cleaned his cup, threw his clothes into the laundry, and then showered. Only to park himself on the couch when he had finished his chores and remain idle for a period of time on his phone as he relaxed. The ears on the vastayans head swiveled around as he listened intently to the house. Hearing shifting behind a door before it slowly creaks open. Revealing Ezreal who had always come to visit him when he arrived home.

This time however, the man seemed quieter and less inclined to throw himself onto Sett as he always had. He usually had something to talk about, mouth going on as if his life depended on it – were he to stop he’d surely die or something; thats what Sett assumed.

This time however he parked himself into Sett's side, eyes glued to his phone and eerily quiet, before finally speaking. The words leave the larger stunned for a moment before he smiles awkwardly – trying his best to lighten the mood.

“Of course I do.” he says, an arm draping itself over the other before pulling him close. “People on social media gettin’ you down again. Are you looking at couples posts? You know we’re better than those guys.”

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One would assume the smaller would have picked things up behind him—but unfortunately for everyone else, Ezreal was horrible for doing things like this. If it wasn’t the boxes in the hallway outside of his room, it was the party boxes in the kitchen. He never seemed to deal with it until he was told to do so—which was a problem, sure, but he didn’t see it that way.

A surprised noise leaves him when sett flashes the label to him—one of many of his…adult packages ( they weren’t all like that! Some of them were the gundams and other figures he put together during his private time when he just wanted to be alone that wasn’t…well, you know ). A groan leaves him and he stands up, grabbing a sharpie from his desk drawer and grabbing a box, taking the cap off with his teeth and holding it in his mouth, scribbling out the label and address and tossing it over his shoulder.

“Guess I can scribble ‘em out if you break ‘em down…Man, I was gonna do something more productive then this…we’re gonna be here all day!!”

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He scoffs with amusement, a smile on his lips as he bends over to pick from the ever growing pile - another package. This one was more harmless than the other. Holding it out to Ezreal and giving it a waiting shake as he chuckles at the mans clear abhorrence to doing anything remotely close to chores around the house.

"C'mon, it's just a little bit of pencil work. At least you don't have to break down the boxes."

Once the box is taken, he plucks up another. Reading the label with a squint of his eyes only to be satisfied to know that it was a box from a bakery. He shakes it idly, listening to the crumbs rattle around the container - handing the box to Ezreal with another shake to emphasize the crumbs.

"You're gonna get ants!"

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Dramatically lays across his lap and whines—

He slumps forward returning the whine, arms outstretched. "Whaaaaaat"

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"Can't say I'm surprised you have good taste in music."

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STOP BULLYING MEEEEE

"Someone needs to knock you down a few pegs." he ruffles Ezreals hair with a grin.

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@hitbeats sent: "Ezreal, you need to break down your boxes from your online orders or I'm going to start reading the labels out loud to everyone."

“WHOOOOA, HEY!! DON’T YOU DARE, DUDE!!”

It nearly puts him into a panic; the pile of boxes in the corner of his room piled up rather high, a new one recently added before he takes the newest box from Sett’s hands forcefully, nose wrinkled and brows furrowed slightly.

“I—I’ll get to it eventually! I just gotta cross out the name and address and other shit on there—The guys don’t gotta know what I’m ordering in detail—!” Unless they decided to subscribe to his only fans, which was exactly what all of these things were for. “I don’t tell YOU to clean up YOUR shit!!”

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There's very little that bothers Sett - spare for paparazzi. But seeing the pile of boxes make their way outside of Ezreals' room into the middle of the home was something that had bothered him for a while. He assumed after the first week Ezreal would pick them up.

But then they kept spreading. Sett finally had to say something when one of his.. special, packages made their way into the hall. Thankfully he was the one to discover it before anyone else.

"That's because I don't have my things everywhere." He picks up another box, eyeing the label and then glancing down at Ezreal with a raised brow. Flashing him the label of the package before scratching out the name and address with his sharp nail and breaking down the box.

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climbs him like a jungle gym—

He raises his arm, lifting the small popstar with ease as he flexes the bicep hes dangling off of like a tree branch. “Ez! I’m tryin’ to make a smoothie!” he laughs, placing a banana down on the counter.

“Any special requests? You want one?”

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KISSES HIM KISSES HIM KISSES HIM KISSES HIM KISSES HIM KISSES HIM KISSES HIM KISSES HIM KISSES HIM KISSES HIM KISSES HIM KISSES HIM KISSES HIM KISSES HIM KISSES HIM KISSES HIM KISSES HIM KISSES HIM KISSES HIM KISSES HIM--

He picks up the other with his large arms, EASILY and plants a wet kiss on his face. Were it not for his pants his tail would be wagging at a maximum speed. He's returning the violent peppering of smooches onto Ezreals face to the point where his sunglasses are crooked.