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Evie
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The challenge arises swiftly, though you’d never guess it from the rumbling, svelte teasing of his voice. Abandoning her drink on the ground as the other marshmallows begin their merry departure, Evie instead rolls onto her hip to swing one leg haphazardly over Deimos’ bulk however she can, the sticky marshmallow in her palm wielded like a weapon as she tries to smear it in the general direction of his mouth - already knowing he will stop her, and preparing her other arm to pull at and deflect his own if they rise to do so.
“I can share like this,” she declares brightly, laughter shaking her chest. Evie would happily feed him her own marshmallows by hand if he wasn’t so delightfully impish, but she’d also never back down from an opportunity to tussle and butt heads. don't let one be you |
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