They might make you blush more, you know. Be careful what you wish for!
( her blush is just one of those things that makes him smile: not the kind that he pushes up onto his face to deceive or soothe people, or the kind that's tentative in the face of uncertainty; this is a real smile, warm and bright and there for just long enough until it relaxes off of his features. it's one of those strange, giddy feelings that she gives him, when she's around, even when she's just texting him--he likes it, likes that she's here with him, too.
so he reaches out, playfully, and pinches the tip of her pink nose between his index and middle finger, tweaking it between his knuckles, before he immediately dances past her, clamoring for the stairs like he has to make a quick getaway. the stairs, however, are a little noisy: his bare feet clap against them until he finally dives up the top step and then, ridiculous and teasing, flattens his back to the wall of the loft bedroom like he's going to hide there or like she'll just, you know, happen to walk right past him and not notice.
either that, or he's going to leap out at her when she hops up the stairs after him. he'll see which works best. )
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( her blush is just one of those things that makes him smile: not the kind that he pushes up onto his face to deceive or soothe people, or the kind that's tentative in the face of uncertainty; this is a real smile, warm and bright and there for just long enough until it relaxes off of his features. it's one of those strange, giddy feelings that she gives him, when she's around, even when she's just texting him--he likes it, likes that she's here with him, too.
so he reaches out, playfully, and pinches the tip of her pink nose between his index and middle finger, tweaking it between his knuckles, before he immediately dances past her, clamoring for the stairs like he has to make a quick getaway. the stairs, however, are a little noisy: his bare feet clap against them until he finally dives up the top step and then, ridiculous and teasing, flattens his back to the wall of the loft bedroom like he's going to hide there or like she'll just, you know, happen to walk right past him and not notice.
either that, or he's going to leap out at her when she hops up the stairs after him. he'll see which works best. )