#also i abandoned my ‘pol is the token straight friend’ headcanon to give pol an ex boyfriend because it’s pride month so. gay pol? gay pol!

[kinnbig]

75 standing on your tippy toes, frustrated you can't reach your lover's lips

with Ken and Pol? Sorry, the thought of this made me giggle. :')

and only if you want to of course! <3

fjckdkajfjsj omg I can’t lie, this one took some wrangling - but it was so much fun, thank you!

“Maybe if you weren’t so freakishly tall,” Ken laughs, as Pol manages to hit his head for what might be the fifth time on the archway into the little alcove they’re all huddled in, “then this shit wouldn’t keep happening to you.”

Pol smiles good-naturedly and takes a sip of his beer. “I’m not that tall.”

“No, he’s right,” Arm says, “you are a bit freakishly tall.”

It seems to offend Pol more, coming from Arm.

“Maybe you guys are just freakishly short!”

Ken snorts. “What, all of us?”

“Yeah!” Pol says defiantly—and then, gesturing with his bottle between Arm, Big, and Ken—“well, some of you. Who’s actually the shortest?”

Ken says, “We’re all about the same height,” at the same time as both Arm and Big say,

“Ken.”

Ken glares. “Fuck you guys.”

“You’re not that short, though,” Arm says. “You’re probably the same height as Pol’s ex was. Pol had to bend right down to kiss him, or he had to stand on his tip-toes.”

Pol laughs. “Oh yeah! I’d forgotten - was he really only Ken’s height? I remember him as taller.”

“Oi,” Ken grumbles, “I’m not that short. I wouldn’t have to stand on my tip-toes to kiss Pol!”

Big huffs a laugh. “I bet you would.”

“Fuck off, no I wouldn’t.”

Arm grins, leaning forward in his chair. “Well, there’s only one way to find out.”

Ken downs the rest of his beer in one and stands up jerkily.

“Fine,” he says, sauntering up to Pol with as much cockiness as he can muster, “I’ll prove it.”

Pol grins. “Come on then.” He tilts his face, offering Ken his cheek.

“I’m not kissing your cheek,” Ken snipes. “I’m not a fucking prude.”

He looks up at Pol.

Pol looks down at him.

Ken tries to lean in.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, “why are you so tall?”

He surges up, shifting his weight onto the balls of his feet and trying (and failing) to reach Pol’s grinning mouth.

“Hey,” Big interjects, “you’re definitely on your tip-toes right now.”

“I’m not!” Ken insists, even though he is.

Pol laughs. “Aw,” he says, giving Ken’s head a brief, patronising pat. Ken lunges at him and he darts back, giggling.

Ken flips him off. “I’d still win in a fight.”

“Sure, nong. If you say so.”

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