HARPER
Harper can't help the strangled laugh that escapes him at the unexpected innuendo. With how crushed and downtrodden Phoebe is currently, it seems impossible that she would even have the wherewithal to comment on his words. "I really do leave myself open to those too much, don't I?" Chuckling he grins shyly at her, running a hand through his curls. Harper pulls on them idly, seeing how long it has gotten recently and knowing he needs a cut sometime soon. "Gonna have to stay on my guard with you, you little minx," he chides playfully with a waggle of his finger at her. Not that it does anything to hide the gleam of amusement in his eyes.
As she attends to the kettle, he drifts closer and props his hip against the counter once more. "Well that's a shame. Being lazy and cozy - especially both at once - is truly the epitome of self-indulgence." Certainly something he'd had to learn as an overly energetic person, but rest and recuperation have their place. "Don't worry, I'm an expert. I'll show you how it's done."
As she attends to the kettle, he drifts closer and props his hip against the counter once more. "Well that's a shame. Being lazy and cozy - especially both at once - is truly the epitome of self-indulgence." Certainly something he'd had to learn as an overly energetic person, but rest and recuperation have their place. "Don't worry, I'm an expert. I'll show you how it's done."
lord don't let me break this, let me hold you lightly
give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly
give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly
