#because Jester cannot resist messing w a stoic guy

[demenior]

Happy Wip Wednesday. Eadwulf's desire to dramatically dehumanize himself vs Jester's love of turning over-serious things on their head, fight kiss:

Jester pokes him in the throat, trailing her finger across his skin, “I know you like dogs. You wear that dog button all the time.”

“I don’t like dogs. I am one,” he corrects, and his arm tightens around her waist, “in more ways than one.”

“You know that people are calling you that as an insult, right?” Jester checks.

“That’s the point.”

“You want people to make fun of you?”

“I want people to know what I am. I want you, and Fjord, to remember what I am.”

“I can turn you into a dog,” she rolls the thought around in her mind, “actually, I think that’d be pretty fun. I was a cat once. Dogs seem really happy. Fjord could throw sticks for us.”

“You’re mocking me.”

“No! You just said you want to be our dog.”

“You know I mean it in a— I’m a tool, I’m obedient. I’m yours to do with as you please.”

“And so we feed you, and give you a place to sleep,” Jester points out, and she snorts as she talks, “and we take you for walks. And sometimes you get to sleep in our bed!”

Eadwulf’s mustache puffs out as his mouth pinches into a pout. Jester still can’t get over how funny it looks. He should just grow a beard, it'd be way more handsome.

“It’s funny,” she insists, and pinches his cheek to lift the corner of his mouth, “c’mon, smile.”

He gives her the flash of his teeth, more of a sneer, and turns to bite at her fingers. She snatches her hand back with a laugh.