Drabble of him and Decode doing goofy stuff?
Andrew had somehow come into the habit of humming when he was content. Settled down on the sofa with Decode’s head resting in his lap, and her fingers drawing idle shapes on his knees, he was far more than content, and so humming had become whistling, and whistling had become softly singing.
Decode turned her head to look up at him, and he looked down at her, sharing her grin as he continued to sing. He’d sung the song quite a few times now, and so Decode knew most of it. Soon enough they were both singing quietly, though occasionally Decode got a few words wrong, and on the third happening of this she stopped singing in favour of laughing. There was a moment of pause before Andrew started chuckling too. And then his chuckles became full on laughter too.
Oh, how hard it is to stop laughing with a loved one, even if you’re a God. Especially when your other half begins to tickle you, or, at least, attempt to. Soon enough their relaxing-turned-laughing had become a tickle-fest and it didn’t take long before Andrew had fallen off the sofa.
Decode fell off too, landing on him and knocking the unneded breath out of him with a whoomph of air. Immediately the laughing started up again, but this time it didn’t take too long for them to calm down.
Andrew looked up at her, grinning, and cupped her cheek with a hand. Decode, returning the grin, stole a kiss, and they settled down again, not wanting to move off the floor; it didn’t matter where they were, they would always be content when they were together.
