// If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you //
Damn her insufferable talent for keeping her cards close to her chest, able to misdirect with a poker face that's hard to pin down when it isn't swarmed with anger. "Who needs mystery!" he scoffs back, definitely more of a technical reader himself, or romance, honestly. "C'moooon, wouldn't it be more fun if we both knew?" He slides his arts and crafts entirely off his lap and onto the cushion next to him, beginning to lean forward over his knees, glittering gaze never leaving her, even when she continues to simply sew away as if she might stitch out an answer for him in the folds of the cloth.
At her final proclamation, he snorts, nearly identical to Goose for a moment. Her wink seals it, and he strikes, grabbing for her needle and thread if only to toss it away, while his other hand grabs hold of a loose pillow. He sets it towards her with light force, underestimating just what he might have sparked here, too caught up in getting the jump on her and wrenching some sort of secret from those damn lips. "Tell me!" he threats with mock seriousness through it all, as if he means to maintain this plush assault until he can break her, the well known torturer of couch cushions.
At her final proclamation, he snorts, nearly identical to Goose for a moment. Her wink seals it, and he strikes, grabbing for her needle and thread if only to toss it away, while his other hand grabs hold of a loose pillow. He sets it towards her with light force, underestimating just what he might have sparked here, too caught up in getting the jump on her and wrenching some sort of secret from those damn lips. "Tell me!" he threats with mock seriousness through it all, as if he means to maintain this plush assault until he can break her, the well known torturer of couch cushions.
ISKRA
// I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile //
