How To Kneel

They were looking for acoote parts in the scrapyard when Keiss found something that he couldn’t make sense of. It was a short, long, and cushioned bench. It broke from something else at the hinge, confusing Keiss even more. It didn’t look comfortable to lay on and maybe a small child could sit on it somewhat comfortably. He drops everything he’s doing to investigate and when Layle comes to find him, Keiss is in the middle of attempting to balance across it on his back.

“What are you doing?” He asks, box full of metal pieces in his hands.

All that Keiss has is his curiosity and the strange bench. “Slacking off.”

“On a kneeler?” Layle puts down his box and begins inspecting it.

He nearly falls off it trying to get to his feet. “A kneeler?” With the new perspective, it starts to make some sense. “Is it some kind of religious thing?”

“Yeah.” Layle said. “Though they’re usually not so well made.”

Keiss gives kneeling on it an honest shot but can’t seem to figure out how to balance himself. It’s awkward and Layle just lets out a loud groan before getting down onto it with him. “You’re supposed to do it like this.”

Keiss imitates him and is immediately uncomfortable in a new way. “This is… familiar.”

“Keiss, no.” Layle gets up using his shoulder this time, nearly knocking him over.

The pushback only encourages him. “It’d be a really comfortable way to blow someone, too.”

He ducks just in time to avoid having his bandana knocked off his head. “Keiss! No!”

“So you don’t want me to blow you.” Keiss settles and gets as comfortable as he can, amused by Layle’s uncharacteristic outrage. “Got it.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I never said that.”

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