[ ... mei's just lucky that suga thinks the shitty grins are cute. (and that suga hasn't really been keeping up with team names.) ]

That must be one of your rivals from back home. [ and his own grin widens a little, eyes sparkling with a laugh. ] People normally don't bother making jokes about the teams who don't give them a pretty hard time.

[ buuuut. teasing or not, he's still more than happy to melt into those affectionate little kisses, snuggling up even more comfortably into the little pocket of body heat that they've made for themselves. it's unbelievably nice, just being able to be this close to someone in a way that's so utterly uncomplicated; they're friends. friends who kiss and cuddle and fool around, sure, but the friends part stays a steady constant. ]

Mm, you think? [ his voice is slow and drawling, pleasantly kiss-drunk. ] I'm pretty sure someone would interrupt eventually.

[ ... and, to be fair, it'd serve mei right. a little. ]