Honey wherever you go, I know
He tightens up his stance and wedges his chin between his thumb and first finger, striking a pose that pulls all the wind out of her complaint. "Oh, this face?" he asks with a sidelong glance, smile breaking his poise at the emergence of her grin. It falters with her confirmation of torture though, and he lets free a groan as if she's just asked him to hit a mile here and now. He tilts his forehead marginally into his hand as if the very thought is summoning physical pain.
Her words leave in such a rush, like some skyship confession she's kept secret too long, and he glances up through the spread of his fingers at her for a moment before his hand sweeps through his hair, head tilting curiously. "Skipping in place? Sounds like stationary running to me. Can't fool me Flo-ro." His hand falls to tap against his chin, her blush a curious tell. The dilemma of getting fat onboard her ship, that neither of them intend to live on any more, is a very real problem to be solved.
"Sounds like any aerobics would work, especially with a partner. I think we would have been fine," he offers, pressing in on the rubberband intentionally. "In which case I would have happily never touched land again," he sighs, the regret running deeper. The sky sounds more and more like the best place for him.
Reassuring Spice again that he'd not be bringing any dragons around, he leans in for her response about the lunch plans. It's not quite the enthusiasm he'd banked on, but if it's his call... "C'mon then," he says with enough energy to make up for her, reaching to her hand to tug her along after him as he turns and starts to run back the way they'd come. "I saw some food on our way here!"
Her words leave in such a rush, like some skyship confession she's kept secret too long, and he glances up through the spread of his fingers at her for a moment before his hand sweeps through his hair, head tilting curiously. "Skipping in place? Sounds like stationary running to me. Can't fool me Flo-ro." His hand falls to tap against his chin, her blush a curious tell. The dilemma of getting fat onboard her ship, that neither of them intend to live on any more, is a very real problem to be solved.
"Sounds like any aerobics would work, especially with a partner. I think we would have been fine," he offers, pressing in on the rubberband intentionally. "In which case I would have happily never touched land again," he sighs, the regret running deeper. The sky sounds more and more like the best place for him.
Reassuring Spice again that he'd not be bringing any dragons around, he leans in for her response about the lunch plans. It's not quite the enthusiasm he'd banked on, but if it's his call... "C'mon then," he says with enough energy to make up for her, reaching to her hand to tug her along after him as he turns and starts to run back the way they'd come. "I saw some food on our way here!"
Kaisel
I'd give up half of forever, just to be with you
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
