Darling please, just give us some time, and I swear we'll be alright
He may be the equivalent of a giant compared to her, but seated they are on a far more equal level, and even the way he rears back will not dissuade her from those adorable fussy siren songs that sit atop his crown. Hotaru nearly falls from the chair as he shoves away, and her laughter is a bright shower of sparks as she tightens her legs and scrambles to stay perched at his hip, hands still deviously bound for his ears. They are as soft as they appear, and even the contortion of his face can't stop the gleeful grin that splits her own from surfacing. "Are you calling me a liar?" A challenging, teasing tone to her words that can't drown out the bright amusement that breaks through their earlier dark clouds.
Deimos is just as mischievous however, a trait few will ever believe if she tries to plead her case against him, and her mouth drops in an offended portrait as a squawk of objection leaves her. Each suggestion is worse than the last, and her hands move to pinch and tickle around his folded arms, a barrage of indignant motions. "You're insufferable! If I turn into a mosquito I'm going to bite you until you look like a pincushion!" Emphasizing the threat with a jab to his bicep, trying to feign a mortally wounded expression that the mirth in her eyes cannot work alongside.
Only once he relents - clearly unapologetic, but she will graciously allow it - does she cease her onslaught and give true consideration to the topic herself. As such she is distracted and his finger finds her forehead, pushing her backwards as she gives a strangled noise of dissent, brow furrowing and tongue peeking out childishly. "Your flattery is your only saving grace," she warns, snapping her teeth playfully at his finger. He is far too quick for her to slap it away and she knows it. "Perhaps a large cat of sorts? Or a wolf." Her heart aches, missing Alice once more, but that bond has been broken for many years now. "Or maybe a viper." Here her grin turns pointed, incisors on display with the turning of her lips. Poison would be a wonderful addition, though she wonders if her soul will ever lend her the useful quality of flight. Perhaps in time. "Clearly nothing so fuzzy and adorable as you." A precocious wink seals the repetition. He may be a mighty creature in his full form, but to her he is nothing more than a lapcat.
Deimos is just as mischievous however, a trait few will ever believe if she tries to plead her case against him, and her mouth drops in an offended portrait as a squawk of objection leaves her. Each suggestion is worse than the last, and her hands move to pinch and tickle around his folded arms, a barrage of indignant motions. "You're insufferable! If I turn into a mosquito I'm going to bite you until you look like a pincushion!" Emphasizing the threat with a jab to his bicep, trying to feign a mortally wounded expression that the mirth in her eyes cannot work alongside.
Only once he relents - clearly unapologetic, but she will graciously allow it - does she cease her onslaught and give true consideration to the topic herself. As such she is distracted and his finger finds her forehead, pushing her backwards as she gives a strangled noise of dissent, brow furrowing and tongue peeking out childishly. "Your flattery is your only saving grace," she warns, snapping her teeth playfully at his finger. He is far too quick for her to slap it away and she knows it. "Perhaps a large cat of sorts? Or a wolf." Her heart aches, missing Alice once more, but that bond has been broken for many years now. "Or maybe a viper." Here her grin turns pointed, incisors on display with the turning of her lips. Poison would be a wonderful addition, though she wonders if her soul will ever lend her the useful quality of flight. Perhaps in time. "Clearly nothing so fuzzy and adorable as you." A precocious wink seals the repetition. He may be a mighty creature in his full form, but to her he is nothing more than a lapcat.
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