Her comment rouses a snort from the Inazuman, who folds his arms behind his head and relaxes on the ground. A challenging look flashes across golds, and his smirk turns a touch sinister.
"So I've seen. Don't worry. I'll be more careful next time."
"Now now, don't underestimate the durability of a human cranium."
He almost loses his grip, but with a firm tug brings her down so her forehead bumps lightly against his. A smirk accompanies the glimmer in his eyes.
"—See? Look at that. No cracks."
I'm sure. Don't worry, a thick skull like yours won't easily split open. You're gonna be juuuuuust fine.
[Her biting only serves to amuse him further, and now both hands are at her face, working to squish her cheeks and make funny expressions.]
[Smirking, he reaches up to cup her cheek. Gloves thumb brushes over her lips.]
Half of those claims are true. I just can't tease the hell out of you if your skull's cracked open.
Sure did. I missed you, y'know?
[And that's when he lifts her off the ground, tipping over, and—falling flat on his back, with the director on top.]
I lost my motivation halfway through the lift. Now we're here, I guess.
[His strides become increasingly longer until he's right in front of the poor woman.]
Your hubris will be your downfall—
[Aaaaaand he goes in with a bear hug in preparation for the flip!
Except... There's no flip. Just a hug. He grins against her ear.]
Just kidding.
Fits about as well as a large bra would over your—
Ah, about that. What if I told you I spent my earnings on new shirts because someone went and ruined my old ones?