Adrian doesn't mind the sewing, or even begrudge the little victory for Rags, but he does feel playing him like that deserves some answer. He dips to pick up a few escaped fluffs of beanbag filling and sprinkles them with stone-faced deliberateness into Rags' hair. "Alright, let's see the damage..."
"This is less than fair when I can't just pick you up and toss you over my shoulder," Adrian says mildly. Stupid bruised ribs. "And likely to end with those all over your room."
"Oh no, you have to be fucking nice to me for a change," he tells him. "But if you get them on my carpet, you have to pick up every single one. Do you have fancy magic for that?"
He reaches over and plucks one missed pellet from Rags' hair, where thanks to the power of physics, it is trying to burrow. "Looks as though I could just use you to collect them. Little bastards and static electricity seem to be a match made in heaven."
"On one level, the same as the forces that turn on lights around here. Differences in the way they're charged..." He trails off. "You probably don't feel like science lectures."
"Actually, yeah. A science lecture is exactly what I want." They're playful and sarcastic, but he can't forget the real reason that he had Adrian over. He just wants to erase that for a while.
Adrian considers a moment, nods, and pulls Rags gently to him to begin a soft, slightly meandering explanation of what static electricity is. Never let it be said he doesn't understand the assignment.
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"Good luck," he grumbles and leans into him, deliberately trying to sabotage the work he's doing.
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