I wanna be touched, be loved
As he flicks the water back toward her, Caly has a momentary thought of spitting some water back at him in retaliation – but the second the thought is there she knows that it wouldn’t land the effect she wants it to if he knows it’s coming. So she rolls her eyes instead, arms pushing water back at him. Her nose wrinkles as he answers her real question, a chime of golden laughter that accompanies a thought of okay, TMI.
But when he continues she really does splash him with all the effort she can muster with the chime of laughter accompanying it that’s more akin to a shriek. “Ew V, I get it.” She laments, her dramatic whine breaking into a laugh because the last thing she wants to think about is her brother getting laid. So she blocks that out with all the darkness of an eclipse before it gets any further than that.
“I was askin’ if it was that serious.” She mutters, but all of her ruffled feathers seem to settle when he bumps her foot under the surface and announces a guy up in Stormbreak, and her amber gaze finds his moonlit ones with curiosity. “I wanna get specific but not too specific.” She warns him, sticking her tongue out at him before settling again. “What’s his name?”
But when he continues she really does splash him with all the effort she can muster with the chime of laughter accompanying it that’s more akin to a shriek. “Ew V, I get it.” She laments, her dramatic whine breaking into a laugh because the last thing she wants to think about is her brother getting laid. So she blocks that out with all the darkness of an eclipse before it gets any further than that.
“I was askin’ if it was that serious.” She mutters, but all of her ruffled feathers seem to settle when he bumps her foot under the surface and announces a guy up in Stormbreak, and her amber gaze finds his moonlit ones with curiosity. “I wanna get specific but not too specific.” She warns him, sticking her tongue out at him before settling again. “What’s his name?”
Calypso
I wanna heal, be hugged
