manchild, why you always come a runnin' to me?
Charlie’s grin sharpens into something unmistakably wicked, fangs flashing as delight curls through her expression. Without hesitation, she lifts both hands to cup Kaisel's cheeks, squishing them just slightly as her laughter spills out bright and uncontained. "Why does there need to be a dad at all?" she counters, eyes sparkling with mischief and something just a little too knowing.
Her hands slide down from his face, trailing lightly over his chest as though she’s guiding him through the thought rather than answering it outright. "Oh, it did," she adds easily, nodding once as if confirming a pleasant memory. "Right then and there. Very dramatic, very divine, ten out of ten experience." Her smile softens just a touch as she glances back up at him. "And it was really special that you were there." Then the corner of her mouth quirks again, that same playful edge creeping back in as she gives a small, coquettish shrug. "You offered to be there for me," she reminds him lightly. "For us. Why would I say no to that?"
She lets that hang just long enough to watch it land, just long enough to enjoy the shape of his confusion—because of course she does, given how adorably flustered he was about it all—before her nose wrinkles affectionately and the façade cracks into bright, delighted laughter. "But no," she declares, slipping into an exaggerated, Maury-like cadence, "you are not The Father."
Before he can fully recover, she’s already leaning forward again, catching his hand in hers. "But you are going to be in the baby’s life," she adds, as if that part is obvious and already decided on the basis of their friendship. "So really, what’s the difference?"
Her blue eyes flick briefly to the scattered books around him, her expression scrunching with mild disdain as she gives a dismissive little shake of her head. "Hey, how about instead of doing that," she says, tugging gently on his hand, "we go flying?" Her grin returns, bright and reckless. "I’m pretty sure I can still do that. But let’s find out." And without waiting for permission, she pulls him up from the couch, heels already turning as she drags him toward the exit, laughter trailing behind her like a promise of trouble.
~FIN
Her hands slide down from his face, trailing lightly over his chest as though she’s guiding him through the thought rather than answering it outright. "Oh, it did," she adds easily, nodding once as if confirming a pleasant memory. "Right then and there. Very dramatic, very divine, ten out of ten experience." Her smile softens just a touch as she glances back up at him. "And it was really special that you were there." Then the corner of her mouth quirks again, that same playful edge creeping back in as she gives a small, coquettish shrug. "You offered to be there for me," she reminds him lightly. "For us. Why would I say no to that?"
She lets that hang just long enough to watch it land, just long enough to enjoy the shape of his confusion—because of course she does, given how adorably flustered he was about it all—before her nose wrinkles affectionately and the façade cracks into bright, delighted laughter. "But no," she declares, slipping into an exaggerated, Maury-like cadence, "you are not The Father."
Before he can fully recover, she’s already leaning forward again, catching his hand in hers. "But you are going to be in the baby’s life," she adds, as if that part is obvious and already decided on the basis of their friendship. "So really, what’s the difference?"
Her blue eyes flick briefly to the scattered books around him, her expression scrunching with mild disdain as she gives a dismissive little shake of her head. "Hey, how about instead of doing that," she says, tugging gently on his hand, "we go flying?" Her grin returns, bright and reckless. "I’m pretty sure I can still do that. But let’s find out." And without waiting for permission, she pulls him up from the couch, heels already turning as she drags him toward the exit, laughter trailing behind her like a promise of trouble.
~FIN
half your brain just ain't there
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
