[PRP] Hey good lookin (Gunnar x Solv)

[Princess_Feylin]

"Get off of me!" Solv wheezed from beneath his enormous friend. "Moron."

He probably would have been more effective at putting up a fight had he not wasted his breath on complaints and insults, but at his core, that was what Solv was, a sharp-tongued whiner, and so the fact that he did those two things first ought to come as a surprise to exactly nobody. So his first two reactions were useless, but his third one finally had some practical application: he tried to wriggle his hindquarters into a crouching position so he could (in theory) propel himself upward (haha) and fling Gunnar off of him (yeah, right).

When his efforts (predictably) failed, he went back to complaints and insults. "Your a** must be made of stone. How do you weigh this much?"  

[troll toll]

Princess_Feylin

All that wiggling was making Gunnar a little, um, uncomfortable. But he wasn't about to get off Solv, not when he was trying to teach Solv a lesson about fighting. You couldn't win a fight just by squirming like a seductive maiden.

"Why are you squirming around like a lioness in heat?" Gunnar retorted. "This is just awkward. This isn't how you win a fight."  

[Princess_Feylin]

"Huh, what? I'm just trying to get you off!" Solv protested. "You're kind of ridiculously huge, you know."

It was so horribly unfair that his friends, okay friend because he basically only had the one, were so much more muscular than he was. Just as it was deeply unfair that even his friends thought they only way to spend time with him involved pounding on him in doomed attempts to make him more manly or something.