Maurice snorted, glad that Hanna wasn't aggravated with him for pulling this stunt.
"Yeah? Well this is new! Usually you're the one makin' me all flustered." Gonna take advantage of Hanna's lack if night vision, up. "You look like the Cheshire cat."
Sounds somewhere in the other room catch his ear and a terrible, awful, wonderful plan starts forming. Because Hanna, dearest Hanna, he still hasn't forgotten the valentines day boobytrap house. Without warning, he pushes off from the wall, sweeps his arms down to grab up Hanna, and tromp into the next room with him.
"Hope you can swim!" It was the only warning Hanna would receive before being thrown into the ball pit. The next room was brightly lit and a short pier sloped down into the ocean of colorful plastic orbs. They were waist deep on a normal person, a pain to wade through. The door to the next room awaited on the other side of the hall.
Hanna, who had been expecting a kiss, yelps in surprise when he's suddenly hoisted up into the air. He had actually almost forgotten the valentines day festivities and any sort of revenge hadn't been considered at all.
When he falls, he sinks, down like a rock into the ball pit. Thankfully, his weight isn't substantial enough for a rough butt-to-bottom, but more a slightly uncomfortable roughing up. It takes a moment, to register, that he's down here in the ballpit, completely submerged before he can try and get up through all the balls. There is a bubbling of sorts as he tries to get up and then suddenly an explosion, emerging from the depths. "How dare you!" He shouts, though the grin on his face kind of negates his tone.
Maurice hesitated just long enough to see Hanna's grin surface from the deep. He'd feel bad if anything happened to his glasses. The dead man crouched on the edge of the pier, hands up, prepared to try and shove him back if he tries to grapple for purchase against it.
Hanna's glasses are a little off center, but thankfully unharmed. they've seen a lot more action than ballpits, thankfully.
He moves forward, grabbing at Maurice's hands instead of the actual pier to get out and tries to pull him in. It's a futile effort though unless Maurice wants to. He doesn't have enough purchase or weight to do much to move him.
With Hanna's fingers twined through his, Maurice has to keep them straight out, least he risk scratching him. Which doesn't give him a very good grip on this little ginger fish.
"Well you still have red hair!" He wobbles, having been balancing on the balls of his feet in his crouch. Maurice tries to lift his arms to see how far he can pull Hanna out of the pit.
"Y'think there's any dropped money at the bottom?"
"There probably is," he laughs, feeling his body give to the lift, the gravity giving every little bit of him a little bit more room to breathe. "And band-aids too."
When the balls hit his hip, he's a little impressed by Maurice's strength. He sometimes forgot just how strong he was, used to him being more gentle to avoid hurting him. Instances like these helped remind him. "Can you lift me all the way out?"
Maurice beamed at the chance to show off. He continued lifting Hanna until his arms were high above his head before swiftly letting go and grabbing hold of him, crooking his arm so that Hanna could sit.
"Ball pits kinda remind me of public pools. Gross if you give them enough thought." He grins as Maurice lifts him higher, making a soft, surprised noise when he's let go for just that second, his stomach dipping until he can feel himself land on Maurice's firm arm.
"For a moment there I thought you were going to drop me again."
"Aw, I aint that mean." He leaned in and gently butted his forehead against Hanna's now that they were eye-to-eye. Maurice leaned to get a better view of the pit before wading down into it. "Oh my god this is impossible to walk in."
"Are you suuuuure?" Hanna, with a subtle glance around to make sure the coast was clear, gave his silly butt a kiss on the cheek before crawling over him, awkwardly situating himself on his shoulders, leaned over his head.
Maurice was swift to recover from the sneak-attack kiss but only to let out a squeak as Hanna started crawling all over him.
"You're a monkey! That's what you are!" Once his boyfriend's pencil legs were firmly thrown over his shoulders, he took hold of them and trudged onward. "Oh, God, what if there's a body in here?"
"...OH. I thought you was about to tell me there's an actual kind of fair out there where it was normal to find dead bodies. Also you're dumb."
The multicolored swamp finally released them and Maurice trudged up the little ramp and on through the door to the next room. Here it was. The maze of mirrors. He leaned back and let go of Hanna's legs to allow him to slide off.
He enjoys his ride a little longer before they enter the next room, slightly hesitant to get off, but he lets go and slides down Maurice's back until his feet are firmly on the floor, staring into the maze. "It's really weird, just...looking at myself when it's like this, yanno? I can't even imagine how it feels for you." And he's not trying to be mean, just serious. The effect is more obvious with the wall of mirrors staring them down rather than just fun mirrors on the wall. His hand finds Maurice's, gives it a quick squeeze of reassurance before he takes a few steps forward, all seriousness gone. "Alrighty, you ready for this?"
"I promise I'm really here." He squeezed Hanna's hand back--cold but firm.
He took his first steps into the maze. He was surrounded by dozens--hundreds of Hannas from all angles. He couldn't help but grin to himself. Look at this...ARMY of doofy tiny redheaded wizards. And they were his. They loved him.
"I've never seen so many cute asses at once. I think I'm gonna pass out!"
Hanna, who had been having some serious thinking going on in that head of his, has to cover his own face when Maurice opened his big idiot mouth. "Whu- Oh my go- Maurice!" He hisses, red as a fucking tomato, shoving his boyfriend out of embarrassment.
It's lucky that no one was around to hear, but god damn, man. He'll just embarrassedly stop forward and try not to think about how doing that will only give him a better view.
"And they're aaaall for me!" Maurice was enjoying himself now. At first he thought he'd feel sad in the maze of mirrors--like he might start feeling like he wasn't real. Or didn't have a soul. Or wasn't a person. But Hanna had taught him that he was. No matter what.
And Maurice, who was a person, just tromped right behind Hanna, clawed hands outstretched and gesturing as if he were going to pinch said cute ass.
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"Yeah? Well this is new! Usually you're the one makin' me all flustered." Gonna take advantage of Hanna's lack if night vision, up. "You look like the Cheshire cat."
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"Yeah? I feel more mouse than cat."
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"Hope you can swim!" It was the only warning Hanna would receive before being thrown into the ball pit. The next room was brightly lit and a short pier sloped down into the ocean of colorful plastic orbs. They were waist deep on a normal person, a pain to wade through. The door to the next room awaited on the other side of the hall.
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When he falls, he sinks, down like a rock into the ball pit. Thankfully, his weight isn't substantial enough for a rough butt-to-bottom, but more a slightly uncomfortable roughing up. It takes a moment, to register, that he's down here in the ballpit, completely submerged before he can try and get up through all the balls. There is a bubbling of sorts as he tries to get up and then suddenly an explosion, emerging from the depths. "How dare you!" He shouts, though the grin on his face kind of negates his tone.
"And I thought I could trust you!"
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"LONG LIVE THE KING!"
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He moves forward, grabbing at Maurice's hands instead of the actual pier to get out and tries to pull him in. It's a futile effort though unless Maurice wants to. He doesn't have enough purchase or weight to do much to move him.
"My name isn't Mufasa!"
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"Well you still have red hair!" He wobbles, having been balancing on the balls of his feet in his crouch. Maurice tries to lift his arms to see how far he can pull Hanna out of the pit.
"Y'think there's any dropped money at the bottom?"
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When the balls hit his hip, he's a little impressed by Maurice's strength. He sometimes forgot just how strong he was, used to him being more gentle to avoid hurting him. Instances like these helped remind him. "Can you lift me all the way out?"
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Maurice beamed at the chance to show off. He continued lifting Hanna until his arms were high above his head before swiftly letting go and grabbing hold of him, crooking his arm so that Hanna could sit.
"Tada!"
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"For a moment there I thought you were going to drop me again."
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"FULL STEAM AHEAD, S.S Maury!"
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"You're a monkey! That's what you are!" Once his boyfriend's pencil legs were firmly thrown over his shoulders, he took hold of them and trudged onward. "Oh, God, what if there's a body in here?"
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The multicolored swamp finally released them and Maurice trudged up the little ramp and on through the door to the next room. Here it was. The maze of mirrors. He leaned back and let go of Hanna's legs to allow him to slide off.
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He enjoys his ride a little longer before they enter the next room, slightly hesitant to get off, but he lets go and slides down Maurice's back until his feet are firmly on the floor, staring into the maze. "It's really weird, just...looking at myself when it's like this, yanno? I can't even imagine how it feels for you." And he's not trying to be mean, just serious. The effect is more obvious with the wall of mirrors staring them down rather than just fun mirrors on the wall. His hand finds Maurice's, gives it a quick squeeze of reassurance before he takes a few steps forward, all seriousness gone. "Alrighty, you ready for this?"
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He took his first steps into the maze. He was surrounded by dozens--hundreds of Hannas from all angles. He couldn't help but grin to himself. Look at this...ARMY of doofy tiny redheaded wizards. And they were his. They loved him.
"I've never seen so many cute asses at once. I think I'm gonna pass out!"
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It's lucky that no one was around to hear, but god damn, man. He'll just embarrassedly stop forward and try not to think about how doing that will only give him a better view.
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And Maurice, who was a person, just tromped right behind Hanna, clawed hands outstretched and gesturing as if he were going to pinch said cute ass.
"Ah'm gonna get it!"