"it might be a long mission for you."
small smile remains, tipping his hat down to cover his eyes and cheeks up. no need to let her see the little flush of pink on his skin. large hands find themselves loosely around her hips.
she scooted down the sofa with a snicker, replacing where she'd laid her legs over his lap with her backsideβ seating herself comfortably in her favourite spot to lean against him.
β this is whatcha like whittled down? I still got work to do loosenin' you up! β
"shameless as ever. you've really whittled me down, haven't you?"
a small smile. he really has just let her get away with anything and everything lately.
β hah! yer lettin' me off the hook too easy, I was totally tryin' to! β
she flashed a toothy grin, tongue poking out at him, and peeked past her phone to look at him properly.
"that's one way to put it. i guess it's not unacceptable."
like he really cares either way. just some small talk. hand on her leg gently, placing his cup down near him.
β it ain't like I'm gettin' hammered. ain't it, like, Irish or whatever? β
kicks legs up over his lap, flicking through her phone as she sips hers.
@queencfcups glancing towards them slightly, to acknowledge they're there, then back up to the sky. he didn't even notice what they'd brought.
"the ocean, i guess."