[mike knows exactly how to topple will off-balance, after those years of gentle roughhousing, of pouncing on each other and tumbling around like puppies, in mike's basement or will's living room, bumping into the coffee table or lamp or stairs and ending up lightly bruised and giggling and breathless. it's boys-will-be-boys behavior, one of the few acceptable ways they can be close, can make contact without it being frowned upon.
it feels familiar, like riding a bike or rolling a handful of dice or picking up a pencil does. it feels different too, rolling onto the floor laughing, with frodo bouncing around them, half on top of mike with fingers digging into his too-long hair, hiding his face against mike's chest in a vain attempt to get away from the mussing.]
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it feels familiar, like riding a bike or rolling a handful of dice or picking up a pencil does. it feels different too, rolling onto the floor laughing, with frodo bouncing around them, half on top of mike with fingers digging into his too-long hair, hiding his face against mike's chest in a vain attempt to get away from the mussing.]
Noooo, no, no, I surrender! I give up!!