EVIE
Admittedly his boyish, Cheshire grin melts her defenses, and given enough time (approximately a few minutes) she might have caved. But alas, she has a wonderful idea, and though it will surely end in disaster for her given her opponent that same need to try try try rears its head. Plus it would earn her points with Belial, so the risk is worth the potential reward.
Had he still been on the other side of the counter she might have had more than a few moments of success, but having just put cookies in the oven he’s far too close, and the swift sound of his feet following her makes her yelp an adrenaline-fueled laugh as she tries to dart to the living room. Deimos’ arm is unfairly similar to an iron band as it wraps around her waist in an instant, nearly stopping her dead in her tracks. At first she holds tighter to the bowl, thinking he’s aiming to take it from her, and it loses her precious time she could’ve spent trying to wriggle away. Next she knows she’s being plucked off her feet like she weighs as much as that flour bag (which is far more insulting than swoon-worthy in the moment), and her squeal ends in a huff of wheezed sound as she’s unceremoniously tossed over a broad shoulder, barely clinging to her ill-gotten goods.
Dangling over Deimos’ shoulder, struck dumb, she lightly slaps his back and tries to banish her stunned laughter in favor of a demanding tone. “Put me down, he deserves it more than you!” Grinning where he can’t see it, she wriggles her hips obnoxiously, and stretches her free hand towards Belial’s eager form. “Help me Belial, I’ll reward you!” While she can, still clinging to the bowl with one arm.
Had he still been on the other side of the counter she might have had more than a few moments of success, but having just put cookies in the oven he’s far too close, and the swift sound of his feet following her makes her yelp an adrenaline-fueled laugh as she tries to dart to the living room. Deimos’ arm is unfairly similar to an iron band as it wraps around her waist in an instant, nearly stopping her dead in her tracks. At first she holds tighter to the bowl, thinking he’s aiming to take it from her, and it loses her precious time she could’ve spent trying to wriggle away. Next she knows she’s being plucked off her feet like she weighs as much as that flour bag (which is far more insulting than swoon-worthy in the moment), and her squeal ends in a huff of wheezed sound as she’s unceremoniously tossed over a broad shoulder, barely clinging to her ill-gotten goods.
Dangling over Deimos’ shoulder, struck dumb, she lightly slaps his back and tries to banish her stunned laughter in favor of a demanding tone. “Put me down, he deserves it more than you!” Grinning where he can’t see it, she wriggles her hips obnoxiously, and stretches her free hand towards Belial’s eager form. “Help me Belial, I’ll reward you!” While she can, still clinging to the bowl with one arm.
Don't look up, just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be
There's no place else you'd rather be
