(br)otp week - raven
@ravenbird15 Doing things on time is not a skill I have, so here is your very late br/otp gift! Please enjoy Graham and Bea hanging out and Graham being a dramatic potty-mouth. I hope you enjoy this!
Graham was on the gym mat splayed out starfish-style, groaning more than necessary. Bea was dancing on her toes around him, her lips stretched out into a grin. This was at least the hundredth time – at least that’s what it felt like to Graham – that she’d knocked him down, with only short intervals in between. He should’ve anticipated that it would be a bad idea to spar with her, but he’d foolishly thought that he’d have more of a chance now – after all he’d been practicing. Instead, he’d spent more time knocked to the ground than he had on his feet. This time, he had no intention of getting up again.
“C’mon, Graham cracker!” Bea said, nudging him lightly with her toe.
Graham rolled away and cried, “You’re kicking a man while he’s down! Where are your damn morals!”
“I barely touched you,” she rolled her eyes, still grinning in amusement. “You gotta get up!”
“Fuck no,” Graham moaned. “T’is is my home now.”
“Graham,” Bea whined. “Don’t be a little baby.”
She was still bouncing, her energy never-ending. Graham was becoming more and more convinced that she wasn’t human. He only moaned in response.
“You’re not gonna make me force you up, are you?” Bea asked, squatting down beside him.
In a last ditch attempt to knock her over at least once (was that really so much to ask?), he kicked out, taking advantage of her lack of balance from squatting. It was a vain attempt though. She had reflexes like a cat and blocked his ankle with her palm before he made contact with her calf.
“Nice try,” Bea grinned.
“You’re so fuckin’ mean,” Graham whined. “You could let me win once.”
“But you’d get no satisfaction from that!” Bea said. “It’s way more satisfying to win without help.”
“But that’s never going to happen!”
“Never say never!” Bea chirped.
“Quit being so fucking chipper,” Graham groaned. In a mocking voice, he said, “Never say never.”
After being friends with him for several years, Bea was accustomed to Graham’s ways. He swore and whined regularly when he was in a good mood; she wasn’t bothered by his attitude. She wouldn’t expect anything less from such a drama queen.
“Okay, nerd,” Bea said. “Time to get up.”
She grabbed his hands in her own and pulled him up. He was committed to his uncooperativeness, though, and made himself deadweight. With a deep breath, she hooked her arms under his arms and pulled him up. Graham tried to wriggle his way out of her grip but unfortunately for him, Bea was very strong.
“Noooo,” Graham whined loudly.
At that moment, Levi walked into the gym. If Bea had been trying to drag anyone else off the ground, perhaps he would’ve given them a weird look. Instead, he laughed and asked, “Do you need any help?”
“Levi!” Graham shouted, suddenly standing up and spinning out of Bea’s grasp. “Save me! She’s forcing me to work out so she can kick my fucking ass over and over.”
“Nah,” Levi laughed. “I’d rather just watch.”
“You’re bof’ horrible!” Graham said. “You’re terrible friends. T’e worst. I hate you.”
They both laughed, not bothered by Graham’s dramaticness.
“Graham, if we got three more rounds, I’ll buy you a big lunch,” Bea said.
He looked at her suspiciously, “Really?”
“Yes. Anything you want,” she promised.
“Anyt’ing?” he repeated. “As much as I want?”
“Sure.”
Graham grinned, already knowing what he’d get. He let Bea knock him to the ground three more times (he almost knocked her over in the second round but only almost). After what felt like forever, they took quick showers. The walk to the nearby diner was full of Graham whining about how sore and tired he was, and how mean Bea was. Even as they sat down, he kept complaining. It wasn’t until he had a menu in front of him that he stopped.
“You shouldn’t have promised to buy me as much as I want,” Graham said, grinning as evilly as he could.
Bea grinned, “I know your appetite, Graham. I know what I got myself into.”
“I’m gonna buy ten fucking pancakes,” Graham promised. “And sausage and eggs. And whipped cream and berries. And more pancakes. Fuck yeah.”
“It’s lunch,” Bea pointed out. “Shouldn’t you get a sandwich or something?”
“Fuck you,” Graham said lightly. “I’m getting my damn breakfast food and you can’t stop me.”
Bea laughed. She brushed her hair back and sat back in her seat, smiling smugly. “Alright, fine. But I bet I can eat more pancakes than you can.”
“No way! I’m a fuckin’ breakfast champion,” Graham said. “You’re on!”
