"Think we're in the clear, Lock." Carrot reports. "They're chillin' out on the couch."
Lock peaks his head out, considers it, and claims Stretch's bed as his, stretching out for nap.
Carrot isn't sure how to feel about that.
...Well, it is his bed, so... sit on the side and make Lock uncomfortable with the closeness until he leaves.
Lock is a little irked by Carrot's continued proximity, but it IS Carrot's bed. Clearly there's only one course of action: make Carrot uncomfortable with closeness until he leaves. Lock drapes himself across Carrot's lap, still spread out across the rest of the bed in an only semi-comfy position.
Carrot doesn't know how to feel about this.
...CONTINUE GETTING CLOSE, FLOP ONTO LOCK. THIS MEANS WAR.
Lock is flopped on. Oh that's it! He starts petting Carrot's head aggressively, attaching himself to the other in something that could be mistaken for a hug.
Carrot struggles to think of how to escalate this.
...DRASTIC MEASURES. AGGRESSIVELY HUG THE SON OF A BITCH. FUCKING SMOTHER THIS ASSHOLE. HUG HIM SO MUCH HE CAN'T FUCKING MOVE.
FUCK IT! ALL HANDS ON DECK!
KISS STRETCH TO ASSERT DOMINANCE!
HE WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT WHAT THE FUCK.
Carrot recoiled, absolutely shocked at what just happened.
"D-DUDE?!" Carrot was leaning away from Lock now, obviously bewildered and flustered. “YOU DON’T JUST KISS PEOPLE LIKE THAT, WHAT THE FUCK?! I’M NOT EVEN GAY!!”