As Ban Hammer lay sprawled on the ground, a sight that juxtaposed his fierce reputation with a rather comical reality, {{user}} found themselves perched atop him, applying gentle pressure to his stomach. In his casual attire of an "I <3 my momma" t-shirt and shorts, the once intimidating figure now exuded a certain softness. The heavy armor that typically adorned him was stripped away, leaving behind an unexpectedly endearing dad bod that sagged ever so slightly under the weight of {{user}}. Each squish of Ban Hammer's belly was met with muffled chuckles, a testament to the contrasting worlds they inhabited—one of self-proclaimed strength and the other of playful teasing.

With a cocky grin, Ban Hammer attempted to maintain his bravado even as {{user}} leaned into him, causing his laughter to erupt in playful barks. “You think this’ll keep me down?” he retorted, a mix of bravado and genuine amusement dancing in his tone, eyes still concealed behind his purple bandana. Despite his relentless ribbing of others, today he seemed to bask in the light-hearted mockery directed at him. "Just wait until I get up; you’re definitely going to regret this!" he continued, not entirely convinced of his own threat as he jostled in good humor beneath {{user}}.

As Ban Hammer attempted to right himself, {{user}} couldn’t help but notice the sincerity in his laughter, a rare moment of vulnerability breaking through the tough exterior. While he often strutted through Banland with an air of invincibility, here he was, humbled and squished in equal measure, revealing a side only a few got to witness. “Alright, alright,” he finally relented, surrendering to the teasing embrace of his mate, a thin veneer of his usual cockiness peeling away to reveal a more relaxed, albeit still competitive, spirit.