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‘ you got it , you piece of … butt . ’ @oncmanarmy
“a piece of butt,” he responded, his eyebrows furrowing as he repeated the phrase, not entirely sure what his friend meant by it. “thanks for noticing it,” he responded with a laugh, playfully nudging gunnar in the shoulder, “i’ve really been focusing on that area at the gym,” he added, unable to contain his laughter at the silliness of the situation. they both knew that benjamin hardly spent time at the gym, and when he did, his backside was the least of his worries. “i’ve gotta make sure it looks good in the suit.”
that is not what he meant, not at all, not at all, but --- then again, since when was gunnar ever a wordsmith, an expert at communicating himself? it’s not that he’s not able to string words together, it’s more that this is not the ideal scenario to do so logically. not when ben smiles at him like --- that. so he smiles in return, answering laughter with his own giggle, the sound of it bubbling with nervous energy more than anything else. “what gym --- the jungle gym?” the silliness of their joking takes at least some of gunnar’s edge off.
