"Insulted my ass," he answers, and reaches the hand not occupied with the mirror to reach for the controller. It's half-hearted. "Look," he says, "you're totally gonna go right into that wall!"
He laughs at her estimation. "Yeah, sure, with half an hour and a whole can of hairspray," he says, "I mean, it does pretty good at stickin' up, figure it's that troll hair thing, but man it'd probably be bigger than your horns if I took a while on it...!"
He's half jealous, half blissful at the concept. Either way he stops reaching for the controller and settles his hand at her hip. He desperately wants to kiss her again, pausing the game be damned. So he shuts the mirror between his fingers and his palms and leans to get a look at her face. "You gonna stop admirin' yourself long enough t'say thanks?" he teases.
WOOSH TIME FOR A TAG
"Insulted my ass," he answers, and reaches the hand not occupied with the mirror to reach for the controller. It's half-hearted. "Look," he says, "you're totally gonna go right into that wall!"
He laughs at her estimation. "Yeah, sure, with half an hour and a whole can of hairspray," he says, "I mean, it does pretty good at stickin' up, figure it's that troll hair thing, but man it'd probably be bigger than your horns if I took a while on it...!"
He's half jealous, half blissful at the concept. Either way he stops reaching for the controller and settles his hand at her hip. He desperately wants to kiss her again, pausing the game be damned. So he shuts the mirror between his fingers and his palms and leans to get a look at her face. "You gonna stop admirin' yourself long enough t'say thanks?" he teases.