[There's a brief moment where Medic seems to consider this- both Phil's blush and his words. ... And his actual reason for coming in here, which he'd kind of. Gotten distracted from.
His right hand moves, and after several seconds, the tablet receives a new message.]
i cna always che ck gthwm in the mronging
[... One handed typing is not his forte.
His left hand is still chilling on Phil's side, but it's no longer on the bandages; it's slipped a little closer to his hips, tracing patterns with his thumb.]
like one of them was called chciekm run and that was fun it looked very nice and the main characers were all chickens
and theb thsre was one called the emoji movie and i didnt relky get that one to be honerst i think that was more for modern children audieecs but i did lerrn how to make these :) so that was ok
and
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oh rifht
[There's a faint but audible sound of the tablet being tossed aside on the bed beside Phil before Medic kisses him again, hands on either side of his face.]
[Oh now he's talking! Phil barely has time to sigh in relief before he is engulfed by Medic's kiss. He rests his hands around where he thinks Medic's hips are. Honestly, he can't help but smile as he deepens the kiss.
Distantly he thinks about how more tolerable the time loop would have been someone could remember him for this exact reason.]
[Phil groans at the text. Damn it he was having a good moment!]
Look, sorry that it's really hard to lead when I literally can't see you. You try removing the clothes of someone when you have no idea what they're wearing or how to take it off.
every time i think about how anyone with access to the ghost account can see this i die
[Medic sits up abruptly in Phil's lap. It's probably hard for Phil to tell what's happening until he hears a light thump on the floor and Medic leans down again, and huh- he definitely doesn't have a shirt on anymore.
There goes one excuse, Phil.
He goes back to kissing at Phil's neck, but the lighter kisses are gone- they all have a bit of bite to them now, and Phil is probablyyy going to have bruises on his neck in the morning.]
[Phil stifles a shudder at the rough kisses. A part of him realizes that he's going to have bruises from these but honestly? He doesn't mind one bit, this was too nice.
And a part of his brain says he should keep his mouth shut so Medic doesn't go off on another tangent, but.... well, he wants the last word.]
And you know it's hard to top when you're literally straddling my waist right?
Not for any good reason, mind you. He's just extremely conflicted if he should top or not. He actually really likes this arrangement, but he doesn't want Medic to make fun of him for the rest of his life for being a "bottom".
Hhhhh]
You know what? Just keep doing what you're doing, I'll find an opening.
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His right hand moves, and after several seconds, the tablet receives a new message.]
i cna always che ck gthwm in the mronging
[... One handed typing is not his forte.
His left hand is still chilling on Phil's side, but it's no longer on the bandages; it's slipped a little closer to his hips, tracing patterns with his thumb.]
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You're the worst doctor, you know that? Maybe I would have had better luck dealing with that lady who wanted to beat me up.
[He doesn't seem to mind though, as he's now loosely grasping Medic's shoulder (after a bit of fumbling with the invisibility).
This was enough to make him forget that someone's probably going to die soon and that's all he wants right now.]
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youee not bleddibg out, arewe you? then its fine
of course, i can alwaays stkop if you prefwer
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[It's fine.]
Hey I'm down if you are. I need to make Snake jealous of how he flaked out on me.
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maass hallcuination is certianly plausible! considering the circumstnaces of our containment here. we couvle been drugged maybe
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Phil audibly groans in annoyance. This is what he gets for opening his stupid mouth.]
I guess I shouldn't be surprised that that's a possibility. I found out last week that spit could give you hallucinations, after all.
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i dont think anhone else has saliva that can do that
by the way ive been doisimg myself wih it recently its really fascnaiting
youre rigt that anmaation has come a long way over the last few dcaades
[... Just saying, but Phil should probably remind Medic what they were doing.]
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[Ugh Medic he loves you but please]
Medic weren't we in the middle of something...?
[Phil just... fucking gestures to the fact that he's topless right now.]
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and theb thsre was one called the emoji movie and i didnt relky get that one to be honerst i think that was more for modern children audieecs but i did lerrn how to make these :) so that was ok
and
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oh rifht
[There's a faint but audible sound of the tablet being tossed aside on the bed beside Phil before Medic kisses him again, hands on either side of his face.]
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Distantly he thinks about how more tolerable the time loop would have been someone could remember him for this exact reason.]
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Medic doesn't seem to mind, at least. He breaks the kiss just so he can begin trailing further kisses along Phil's jawline.]
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He takes the moment to catch his breath, before smirking.]
I'm afraid to say anything or else you'll go on another tangent.
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The good news is Phil has successfully distracted Medic from further tangents for the time being. But for how long?]
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Phil drums his fingers lightly on Medic's hips as he lets a small gasp escape at the kisses.]
I feel like I've told you you're really good at this, but damn you're really good at this.
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areyou jusdbt gonnsa li et here r are you plnaning to do somethign
thoguth you wer e a top hha
[Medic is never gonna stop making fun of Phil for that moment. Never.]
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Look, sorry that it's really hard to lead when I literally can't see you. You try removing the clothes of someone when you have no idea what they're wearing or how to take it off.
every time i think about how anyone with access to the ghost account can see this i die
[Medic sits up abruptly in Phil's lap. It's probably hard for Phil to tell what's happening until he hears a light thump on the floor and Medic leans down again, and huh- he definitely doesn't have a shirt on anymore.
There goes one excuse, Phil.
He goes back to kissing at Phil's neck, but the lighter kisses are gone- they all have a bit of bite to them now, and Phil is probablyyy going to have bruises on his neck in the morning.]
good suffer for this
[Phil stifles a shudder at the rough kisses. A part of him realizes that he's going to have bruises from these but honestly? He doesn't mind one bit, this was too nice.
And a part of his brain says he should keep his mouth shut so Medic doesn't go off on another tangent, but.... well, he wants the last word.]
And you know it's hard to top when you're literally straddling my waist right?
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[There's no such thing as getting the last word in with Medic. Welcome to hell.]
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I am. But how am I going to do anything when I'm trapped under you?
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[Like, you can move him, Phil. He won't mind.]
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Not for any good reason, mind you. He's just extremely conflicted if he should top or not. He actually really likes this arrangement, but he doesn't want Medic to make fun of him for the rest of his life for being a "bottom".
Hhhhh]
You know what? Just keep doing what you're doing, I'll find an opening.
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nooo, no, i'll even roll onto my bcak for you nw ifyuo wwnat : )
[Medic's gonna make him admit it.]
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I know what you're trying to do, Medic. You can't make me.
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[And he just. flops off of Phil and onto his back beside him.]
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[mentions of animal death] [more than half of this is headcanons but all based on canon]
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Joking about Animal death
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