#i wrote this up in a frenzy i just decided y'all deserve a peek into my mind

[thekittyokat]

my partner and i have been fleshing out our coffinchain dynamics for a few months now and our ideal lawrence/strahm dynamic is one where lawrence has patiently been observing hoffstrahm shenanigans from afar and watching mark try his damndest to recruit peter into their cult with all of the expected methods ("pleadse please let me hit please please pleasee you're nothing i'm gonna put you in another saw trap i want you so bad") generally coming on strong with the beating the shit out of each other and then making out sloppy

& either out of curiosity or boredom or seeing strahm as a possibly useful asset he decides to toss his hat into the ring with a more "you catch more flies with honey than vinegar" approach. which is to say that lawrence is a master of the long con and plays it super normal and polite w strahm and talks about shared interests like books (romance novels enjoyer strahm truther) and sweets (they both have sweet tooth tendencies i know it) and just occasionally he slips in the odd little "oh, would you mind fetching (x) for me...?" sort of request and when strahm does it he leans in heavy on the compliments and he's happy to tell peter how much more useful he is than hoffman etc etc

and by the time peter puts two and two together and realizes lawrence is training him like a dog it's too late he's already been pavlov'd into enjoying this british fuck's company. lawrence has won the game of 4d niceties chess. strahm's literally sitting at a table with him for afternoon tea and little pastries and just sets the cup down and goes "you motherfucker." and lawrence just smiles knowingly and offers peter the little bowl of sugar cubes