"Hey, I've got something for you."

Harold had sneaked up on his Scot first thing in the morning. His mouth tasted like old carpet, his hair was sticking everywhere, his eyes barely opened and he had to pee.

Somebody asked him for a favor, though.

"Aye?" Scotty asked blearily, somewhere between amused and suggestive, chuckling.

Harold rolled over on Scotty's belly, sliding down between his legs to rest on it. Hands went easily into his hair, even if Scotty could probably tell a mile off how the rest of his descent into consciousness was going to be kicked off.

"Mm-hm. She says to send you one of these."

Scotty laughed preemptively as Harold took a big ol' breath.

There was a monumental ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppttttttthhhhhhhhbbbbbbt as he blew a giant raspberry across Scotty's belly, broken only by the giggles from above.