you can't see, we've been falling from the 5th story, hope we don't hit the surface
“Oh the horror.” He drawls, incapable of keeping the edge of a snicker from lacing his voice. But he pushes past that part of the conversation in favor for laying more compliments, more playfulness offered in the face of times that are growing darker and darker by the season. He snorts, focusing instead on the kiss that has her losing her cocoa, that has his squished between them as he tries desperately to not spill it. Indeed, his sensors spark with the pressure against his ribcage, but he ignores it in favor for lowering the arm on her shoulders for her middle.
He parts when he’s satisfied (which thankfully they have no breath they need to catch after) and peers at the cup of cocoa, part of it having spilled on his jacket. “Yes but I’m your dork. And now I’m all sticky.” He whines, arms opening to show her the cocoa that clings to him before he downs the rest of his mug and huffs a pout.
He parts when he’s satisfied (which thankfully they have no breath they need to catch after) and peers at the cup of cocoa, part of it having spilled on his jacket. “Yes but I’m your dork. And now I’m all sticky.” He whines, arms opening to show her the cocoa that clings to him before he downs the rest of his mug and huffs a pout.
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