@FastBluFucker Tugging a tank top over her head, she turns back around, returning to climb into the bed with him and snuggle up.
“So.. anything y’wanna talk about?” She looks up at him, her head kinda, resting against his chest.
@FastBluFucker Dragging him along, toward her bed, kicking the door shut behind them.
“Y’lay down, I gotta change shirts.” Shoving him into the bed promptly after speaking, she moves along to dig through her closet for something to put on.
@FastBluFucker “Jealous o’ what? Mine’r better than yers.” She casts a glance over her shoulder to him, very obviously rolling her eyes so that he can see
“Serve a purpose ‘n all dat.”
@FastBluFucker “Oh, Nikkie,” She grins, gently caressing his cheek with her cold hand
“You think I’m gonna fall fer dat shit-?” That same hand now going to his throat, her grin growing wider, whispering
“I’m gonna win ‘is war.” And with that, she throws a poorly made snowball in his face
@FastBluFucker Good thing she was prepared and closed her eyes,
NOW TO CHASE HIM.
No time for snowballs, she’s just gonna take him out herself, WITH A SICK TACKLE.
@FastBluFucker “Y’REALLY THOUGHT I WAS GON’ BE A STICK IN T’MUD??” She makes her way over, to help him up outta the snow,
“Man, y’sure you know me? Is ‘is my boyfriend? /Nike/?”
She dusts his shirt off, smiling at him.