#after the pillow fight came to an end baz spelled their pillows new again and made simon's a bit lower and softer just like he likes it

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@carryon-countdown day 5: fight

379 words, rated G. just simon and baz having an impromptu pillow fight in their room :)

BAZ

Simon has been punching his pillow for a good five minutes now, and my patience is starting to wear thin. 

He’ll punch it for a bit, place it in bed and lay his head on it, get up as he sighs frustratedly, and start punching it again. 

After a few more rounds of this nonsense, I snap. 

“Snow. What the fuck are you doing.”

“My pillow is too high and hard.”

“And?”

“I want it to be softer.”

“And?”

“I’m making it softer.”

“By beating the hell out of it?”

He grins, “exactly.”

He then goes back to torturing his pillow, and I roll my eyes exaggeratedly, making sure he sees me, just to know how annoying he is. 

He suddenly goes quiet, and I internally thank Merlin for the moment of peace, however brief. 

“Oi, Baz!” he calls, as if we were kilometers away and not at all in the same room. 

I sigh heavily before turning to face him, but all I see is a white blur before the fucking pillow hits me square in the face. I stay frozen as the pillow falls on my lap, too perplexed to react.

“Come on, don’t be a wanker, give it back, then,” Simon complains. 

“Give it back? You’re the one who fucking threw it at me!” I don’t even know why I’m feeling so offended. 

Simon looks at me expectantly, making grabby hands at the pillow, still grinning like a madman. I do the most reasonable thing. I throw it to his face. 

“Oh, you’re fucking on, Pitch.” He laughs, and the next thing I know, I’m being hit not once but twice with pillows. The fucking bastard took my pillow as well. 

I get up from my desk, grab one of the pillows, and start attacking SImon, who in turn is both defending himself and attacking back. 

I want to say that he’s being ridiculous and laughing like an idiot, but to be honest, I am too, and it is great. 

Soon enough there are feathers spouting out of the pillows, which makes absolutely no sense as I know for a fact that they are filled with cotton. But fuck if I care; Simon is laughing, having the time of his life, and that’s all matters.