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[He can’t help it at that. The look on Sebastian’s face alone is enough to drive Jim into a bout of quiet, helpless laughter, followed by an indignant squawk as he’s sat on, his laughs muffled by the pillow over his face. He gives a muted call and flails around just a bit, like the sniper is trying to smother him. 

When that fails to produce results due to Sebastian’s superior strength and weight, he opts instead for trying to dislodge him by bucking up under him, complaining all the while, though it’s hard to speak through his laughter.]

Get the mmrphffuck off mrh, ‘weigh a tonne.

[He says, articulate as always.]

[He holds the pillow down even as he gets off and doesn’t let up until he’s standing beside the bed.]

You, Jim, have not eaten all day. Don’t make me force-feed you, I’ll give you raw onions and deep-fried lettuce.