[ Normal, a word not often used in eithers vocabulary. To go along with him on endeavors handed out to him, there's nothing new there. Countless times they had been each others company, countless more to come in the future as well. Not set in stone, anything capable of changing, but likely.
Being inside, it's warmer. Rain having fallen from out of nowhere, kissing skin and the top of her head to the point of being wet. Better than being drenched, soaked to the bone. Just chilled for now, cheeks rosy and pink. He's in the same boat, at least, somewhat comforting to know. ]
You planned this? Here I thought this was just another one of Miss Liza's jobs.
[ Words teasing, a smile touches her lips, fingers taking the towel. Like a cloak, the towel drapes around small shoulders, wrapping her in its warmth. A shiver to her figure, fingers pull the towel around tighter.
Regardless of plans, she doesn't mind. Being here with him, despite the rain and the chill to kiss her skin, it's what matters in the end. She smiles, thinking how over time he's drifted into her thoughts on more than one occasion; life still remaining full of surprises.
A touch of her towel, she dabs at her cheek, aware of his staring, so she decides to break the bit of silence. ]
Let me guess. Pitiful?
[ Cheek rubs against the towel she pulls up, smile tugging at her lips, soft as it is. ]
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Date: 2016-01-31 01:20 am (UTC)From:Being inside, it's warmer. Rain having fallen from out of nowhere, kissing skin and the top of her head to the point of being wet. Better than being drenched, soaked to the bone. Just chilled for now, cheeks rosy and pink. He's in the same boat, at least, somewhat comforting to know. ]
You planned this? Here I thought this was just another one of Miss Liza's jobs.
[ Words teasing, a smile touches her lips, fingers taking the towel. Like a cloak, the towel drapes around small shoulders, wrapping her in its warmth. A shiver to her figure, fingers pull the towel around tighter.
Regardless of plans, she doesn't mind. Being here with him, despite the rain and the chill to kiss her skin, it's what matters in the end. She smiles, thinking how over time he's drifted into her thoughts on more than one occasion; life still remaining full of surprises.
A touch of her towel, she dabs at her cheek, aware of his staring, so she decides to break the bit of silence. ]
Let me guess. Pitiful?
[ Cheek rubs against the towel she pulls up, smile tugging at her lips, soft as it is. ]