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*[Mr. Peabody hypnotizing meme thing]*
Oh, I wonder..
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--Van was overworking himself and grew a bit tired, and JFK felt like... being JFK--
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|Lee - Van -- Ler - JFK|
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Ships Included - Van x JFK
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Van was in his tower, painting. He's been painting for 2 days straight without any sense of sleep. And his friends were outside his tower, looking up at his window
"...Should we... go check on him?" Abe questioned. Gandhi was about to answer before he got punched in the face by Joan as he fell backward. "OW!!" "Van definitely doesn't wanna talk to you." Joan muttered, crossing her arms. "I can, er uh, go check?" JFK suggested "...Sure?" "Why does HE get to fucking do it?!" Joan scoffed in disbelief "I'm the sensible one!" "Yeah, but.. you didn't say it first?" "...That's bull." Joan huffed as JFK snickered. "Watch my, er, chærm haaan-dle dis." JFK fixed his hair before trotting into the tower.
JFK made his way down the hall and to Van's room, seeing about 900 paintings in there. "Ma gawd, Van..." He mumbled as the painter flinched out of surprise of the voice. "Eh?.. JFK?.. What're you doing here?" Van asked, looking over his shoulder. "Jeez, kid, yuo ovaworking yoself ægain?" JFK asked, walking over to the short one. "No! Wel--... possibly? But there's just so much to paint!!" Van explained, putting his hands out in front of him. "DUde... you, er, painted yuor œwn toWea (tower), ain't dat eenoUgHh?" JFK rested his arms on the back of Van's chair, leaning on it and looking down at Van. "No! It ain't!" Van huffed, crossing his arms. "...Vanni... do ya knaur the penaltyyy for ovaworking?" JFK grinned. "....no?" Van raised an eyebrow, his arms falling to his sides, looking up at JFK "Ah.. ya dœn't, eh?" JFK chuckled, moving his hands to hover above the elf's sides, wiggling them teasingly. "Wahait-- wait, noho--" Van squirmed slightly, putting his hands on JFK's wrist. "Ihi'm not even doing anything--" JFK chuckled at the painters reaction. "You gonna stop and hang out with the rest of us, or what?" JFK asked, stopping the wiggles for a moment. "...No." That was the only answer he needed. "If you say so!" JFK then started to wiggle his fingers on Van's sides
"Eek! Eeehehehehehe! J-Jaaahahahahay!!" Van giggled, kicking his feet slightly. "Huh, tick-l-ish one, eh?" The tall one teased, squeezing Van's sides gently, earning a squeal from him. "Ehehehe! Nohohoho! Dohohohon't! Ahahahahaha!" Van laughed, kicking his feet as he tried to pry JFK's hands away. "Ah ah, nooo esCaping~ ThIs is yuor, er, punISHmeent~" JFK pinned Van's arms above his head, spidering his fingers up and down Van's sides and armpits. "Plehehehehease nohohohohoho!!" Van squeaked, squirming around. "Naur, wot?" "Ihihihihi'm nahahat falling for thahahahat!! *snort*" "Ooh, it snorts, eh?" "Shuhuhuhut uhuhup!" "Dats not nice.." JFK moved his hand down to Van's stomach, gently and lightly poking and squeezing it. "NAHAHAHA-- NOOHHOHOhohoho!! StohohohoHOHOHOHAAHAHAP!!" Van's giggles went up a notch as he tried to pull his arms back down. "Ain't geetin' out-ta dis one, buuuddy~" JFK poked in between the dudes ribs. "NAHA-- PleheheheEEHEHEHEASE!!" He snorted and squeaked, shaking his head from side to side. "Are yuo gon-na stap ovaworking yoself?" JFK asked, stopping for a moment. "Buhut I wanna do mohore--" "Wrong answa!!"
"NAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! SHIHIHIHIT-- NO! NONO NOOOHOHOHOHOHO!! *squeal*" Van INSTANTLY began to laugh and squirm more when JFK squeezed behind his knees. "Stap try-na escApe, it's no usse." JFK chuckled, circling around Van's belly button. "NAHAHA-- NOHOHOHOT MY BUHUHUHUHUTTON!!" "Ooh, nat your buttOn?~ Nyeah, nat yo widdle bwelly bwuttOn?~" JFK teased as Van's face grew redder. "WHY DOHOHOHO YOU TAHAHAHALK LIKE THAHAHAHAT?! *snort*" "I take grate offense to dat!" JFK huffed, blowing a small raspberry on the short ones neck. "BAHAHAHAHAHA-- I-I'M SOHOHOHORRH-- PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!" "Are yous gunna stowp ovaworking yoself?" "YEHEHEHEHES!!" "AND are yuos gon-na hang ouwt with us?" "YEHEHEHES-- JUST STOHOHOHOHOP!!" JFK then stopped, letting his hands go as Van curled in a ball.
JFK smiled faintly, walking next to him and kneeling down, placing a tiny kiss on Van's cheek. "Cee ya ouwt thare." JFK then got up and walked out of the room. Van huffed and blushed a little "Ehevil bastared..."
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