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14🍂 - Just Two Weirdos Weirding (3)

"........,"

Zhenya had [Your Name] cornered, looming over him like some kind of Russian supervillain.

[Your Name], hugging himself like that was somehow going to protect him, glared up at him.

Zhenya wiggled his fingers ominously, the threat of tickle-torture clear as day.

"Get away from me, you evil Russian!" [Your Name] gasped, eyes wide.

"This is torture!"

Zhenya paused, pretending to think about it. "Da," He said, deadpan, "and yet, strangely, I feel no remorse."

"I surrender! You win! Mercy!" [Your Name] practically shrieked.

Zhenya's grin grew slow and sinister, one eyebrow quirking up. "Did you just call me daddy?"

"What?! No!" [Your Name] choked on air. "I said-"

Zhenya leaned in, voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "I think you did."

[Your Name]'s brain short-circuited.

Abort mission.

Abort mission.

But then a switch flipped, and he decided to stop running. "Alright, big guy. You wanna play? Let's play."

Zhenya cracked his knuckles like this was some kind of WWE showdown. "Bring it on, Zayka."

And then - chaos.

[Your Name] launched himself at Zhenya with all the grace of a drunk squirrel, flailing limbs and sound effects included.

They grappled awkwardly, neither of them managing to keep balance, looking less like fighters and more like two toddlers trying to wrestle a couch cushion.

"Do you mind?!" Zhenya groaned as [Your Name] tried (and failed) to tackle him. "I just did yoga! I'm flexible, not invincible!"

"I'm gonna take you down, Russia!" [Your Name] yelled, even though it was painfully clear he was losing.

"You and what army?" Zhenya taunted, flipping [Your Name] into a half-hearted headlock. "America's not saving you now!"

Another minute of flailing, grunting, and wrestling later, [Your Name] collapsed, gasping for breath between fits of laughter.

"You fight dirty," [Your Name] wheezed, flat on the ground, the ceiling spinning slightly.

Zhenya stood over him, arms crossed, smirking like the villain in a Disney movie. "That's why I always win."

Still sprawled out like a starfish, [Your Name] squinted up at him. "You do realize I'm about to get the upper hand in, like, five seconds, right?"

Zhenya blinked. "Wait, what?"

In a blur of motion, [Your Name] grabbed Zhenya by the collar, yanking him down with him.

Now they were both tangled up on the floor, a mess of limbs and bad life choices.

Zhenya stared at him for a long second before bursting out laughing. "I really walked into that one."

"You really did."

Zhenya sighed dramatically, then poked [Your Name]'s cheek with all the grace of a five-year-old. "You're such a dork."

[Your Name] winked. "You know you love it."

They both lay there, staring at each other, the chaotic energy between them simmering.

Somewhere between the failed wrestling match and the relentless banter, things started getting... weirdly intense.