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[thereisnoedge]

Rochefoucalt? That's such a pretentious name.

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what about this one.

[thereisnoedge]

You will always be an idiot, but at least you're my idiot. ((Time to tug at his arm, get settled properly against his side.))

how is he supposed to survive all these smiles. HOW.

[hamelinic]

[There's no resistance to moving closer again, arm dropped moodily over her shoulders.]

Cheers. You're such a charmer, Mira.

he is not. he is supposed to melt in her arms so she can giggle deviously.

[thereisnoedge]

((She ducks her nose against his chest, then speaks up again, teasing.)) I love you, dear sir. Is that more charming?

he's at least halfway there, man.

[hamelinic]

Rather. You are allowed to be charming to me and not just customers, dearheart.

excellent. :|a

[thereisnoedge]

But I like to be me around you. Not just charming.

and quite possibly living on a prayer, but who's to say.

[hamelinic]

[...damn it. How can he be cranky when she's sweet like that?] Just lucky I like you so much.

he'll make it, I swear. :<

[thereisnoedge]

I like you a lot too. ((She squeezes him a little tightly, adoringly, possessively.)) A... a whole lot.

[hamelinic]

We'll see if you're singing the same tune after you've tried to get me to hold a pencil.

[thereisnoedge]

Ridiculous. ((She takes his hand, squeezing it.)) I'll figure it out.

[hamelinic]

[It takes a second of battling instinct before he gives in and squeeze back.] Suppose we both will, then.

[thereisnoedge]

((Laughter bubbles up in her, finally spills out as she raises his hands to her mouth.)) I'll laugh at you the entire time. ((She promises.)) Because I love you.

[hamelinic]

Remind me again why I put up with you, dearheart?

[thereisnoedge]

I just told you! ((She rocks up to press a kiss to his nose.)) Because you're the only one I like out of all the people in Invoria.

[hamelinic]

In all of Invoria?

[thereisnoedge]

... Did you think there was anyone else?

[hamelinic]

[There's good bravado in his shrug.] I'm not exactly Prince of the Realm, dearheart.

[thereisnoedge]

And have I ever spoken to the Prince of the Realm? Have I ever seen him?

Do I ever speak properly to anyone else, really?

[hamelinic]

Might've. He probably reads.

[thereisnoedge]

Well, it was only once. ((She admits.)) And he was rather far away.

... I like you even if you don't read, Cynric. That... s'something I want you to know. Not something I need you to know.

[hamelinic]

...promise?

[thereisnoedge]

Absolutely, promise. ((She leans up to kiss him on the cheek, smiling brightly.))

[hamelinic]

[That doesn't make him smile brighter and more like an idiot. Nope.] Cheers.

[thereisnoedge]

((And now pinching his cheek.)) Don't think you're any lesser for not knowing, okay?

[hamelinic]

[Just. Hand-swatting and nose-poking, madam.]

[thereisnoedge]

((She'll bite at his fingers, lean closer to nudge her nose against his again.)) You're my favorite.