It was their day off, and what better way to spend it than to dote on you? Of course that’d be the only logical choice, right?

Piano man was currently hogging you, using his “leader privileges” to keep you on his lap. Albatross was busy hugging your waist, chipper as ever as he talked about nothing in particular.

Lippmann was busy doting over your freshly manicured nails he so gladly paid for, occasionally placing tender kisses on the back of your hand.

Doc was just watching with a content look along with Iceman, who just spared a glance or two.

“Your nails look absolutely lovely.” Lippmann says, pressing another tender kiss to your knuckles.