[ it feels nice to say it. and to hear it, for that matter. maybe it's the sunlight that flows through his veins, maybe it's just the warm and cozy conversation — but whatever the reason, it's nice to press her face into the fabric of his shirt, feel the warmth of him all over everywhere they touch. like an electric blanket that could cuddle you back. ]
This is pretty good, honestly. [ she might not have had the worst day ever, but daisy's pretty sure laying here like this would fix it if she had. ] Unless you have something else in mind?
[ only the slightest of eyebrow waggling, and it's all buried against his shirt, anyway. ]
[ even if he can't see the waggling of her eyebrows or any snicker or smirk that might be on her face, he knows it's there and it actually makes him chuckle quietly. ]
There's food on the way. I don't know if there's time for what I know you're thinking about.
[ and what he was thinking about now, thanks daisy. ]
I wouldn't want to ruin dinner twice in one night.
They could just leave it on the doorstep. I'm sure the tacos will be fine.
[ but she's not insisting, not moving to make any demands or push him towards anything in particular. just stating a fact, light and easy, as his arms wrap loosely around her shoulders. ]
You didn't ruin anything. You saved me from dollar menu heartburn, I should be thanking you.
[ okay, maybe now that grin is a little more obvious. ]
[ he reaches out and traces her smile with one finger, one side to another and taps her cheek. even when he maybe wasn't in the mood to smile, he liked seeing hers, at least. ]
I like it.
[ he lets his hand drop away and manages to return her smile with one of his own. ]
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[ it feels nice to say it. and to hear it, for that matter. maybe it's the sunlight that flows through his veins, maybe it's just the warm and cozy conversation — but whatever the reason, it's nice to press her face into the fabric of his shirt, feel the warmth of him all over everywhere they touch. like an electric blanket that could cuddle you back. ]
This is pretty good, honestly. [ she might not have had the worst day ever, but daisy's pretty sure laying here like this would fix it if she had. ] Unless you have something else in mind?
[ only the slightest of eyebrow waggling, and it's all buried against his shirt, anyway. ]
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There's food on the way. I don't know if there's time for what I know you're thinking about.
[ and what he was thinking about now, thanks daisy. ]
I wouldn't want to ruin dinner twice in one night.
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[ but she's not insisting, not moving to make any demands or push him towards anything in particular. just stating a fact, light and easy, as his arms wrap loosely around her shoulders. ]
You didn't ruin anything. You saved me from dollar menu heartburn, I should be thanking you.
[ okay, maybe now that grin is a little more obvious. ]
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[ he reaches out and traces her smile with one finger, one side to another and taps her cheek. even when he maybe wasn't in the mood to smile, he liked seeing hers, at least. ]
I like it.
[ he lets his hand drop away and manages to return her smile with one of his own. ]