Tomfoolery (Gidget, WR, DJ)

[Djoser Aneksi]

Well...

Drake was clowning, the toddler was angy, and Gidget decided to address him. But she was confused about his gender.

Once done, Dj would give a smug grin, she activated his trap card.

To honor the great egyptian tradition of such a development, he would just sit there with a smile, ignoring her and leaving her to deal with her uncertainty.

[Drake]

Drake felt WR pounding on his chest as he hugged Gidget.

"Oh I didn't forget about you either!"

He would say as he reached down and ruffled WR's hair, only to gasp loudly at Gidget.

"Did... did you just assume DJ's gender!!! Shameful!"

[WR Harthe]

WR growled as Drake ruffled their hair, but they didn't contest it. They continued laying in Gidget's lap, eyes closed, mind running a thousand miles an hour while they contemplated the situation. They weren't exactly sure what was to come of it and it left them... nervous.

As the subject of gender arose, their ears twitched, and they rotated their head slightly so they could look at Drake and Dj. Their eyes narrowed. Drake was smug and Dj was... also smug.

Of course they were.

They sat up once again and shook their head, eyes only half open as it seemed the few short minutes they spent in Gidget's lap almost put them to sleep.

"Shut the hell up." They muttered, in annoyance to the topic of gender.

[Gidget]

Gidget meshed her teeth together and glared at Drake, before sticking her tongue out at him and trying to shove him without disturbing WR as they sat up more.

"Why is this even a THING?" she growled, huffing and pouting slightly.

[Djoser Aneksi]

Dj would just smile, watching the movie that was barely audible.

Why the fuck was he here again?

[Drake]

Drake couldn't help but chuckle as he laid his head, mockingly, on WR's shoulder.

"I LOVE spending time with you guys!"

[WR Harthe]

WR shoved Drake's head aside with a certain aggression that suggested they were just about fed up with all the shenanigans. They hated intrusions, they hated gender talk, and they hated being touched (by anyone that wasn't Gidget). They were aware most of their feelings were completely irrational, so instead of storming off, they plopped onto the floor, laying on their stomach to face the TV.

Having a little breathing room immediately made them feel better, and they gave a slight sigh of relief as they tucked their arms under their head.

[Gidget]

Gidget glared at Drake, knowing full well that he was the instigator in all of this. Sighing, she seemed to give up, and curled up on her end of the couch.

"Fine. Whatever. I'm ordering take-out. If you're going to continue to fucking HARASS us, you're going to have to deal with Chinese. And use chopsticks, because I'm NOT ordering silverware."

She crossed her arms, continuing to pout slightly.

[Djoser Aneksi]

Dj looked at his floorspace which was now invaded by the short. He was displeased. He would stand up look to Drake, look to the door, and contemplate leaving against staying for friend time.

When Chinese food was inevitably mentioned, he was content. "I'll pay if you order the house lo mein." he'd say before taking his spot on the less crowded couch. On the side of Drake that wasn't a midget war zone.

[Drake]

Drake would look at Gidget and shrug.

"Remember, you started this war. I told you I was going to bed tonight. And you just had to do the extra loud romcom with giggle fits right above my head. This is on you."

[WR Harthe]

WR continued laying on the floor, staring at the barely audible screen that was still more entertaining than whatever the hell was happening around them.

They huffed in discontent and propped their head on their palms.

[Gidget]

Gidget shot a glare at Drake. "It wasn't even that loud," she said with a huff.

Settling back into her place on the couch, she pulled up her usual website for Chinese delivery, using the chip in her head. Red lines appeared across her violet eyes, but otherwise, it'd be next to impossible to tell there was anything different.

"House lo mein. Orange chicken. Mongolian beef, for that loser." She reached out with one foot to lightly kick at Drake. "What sounds good, WR?"

[Djoser Aneksi]

Dj would look and blink, then look to Drake.

"Why the fuck am I here?"

Was he actually here just to fuck up a date night??? He assumed it was just a friendly movie night, but he was 4th wheeling someone's date night? He needed to be certain of this fuckery.

[Drake]

Drake would turn to look at DJ.

"You're here because I was these two made me feel lonely, and when I'm most lonely I think about that time we shared in your secret get away. Figured it was my turn to invite you somewhere nice."

He would say with a wink.

[WR Harthe]

At the sound of their name WR grunted and turned to Gidget with a thoughtful gaze.

"Sesame chicken, I guess." Not because they were craving it, but because it was the first thing that came to mind.

Then they returned their head to their makeshift perch, tuning out everything else.