[O-oh. Goodness, he's getting spoiled tonight. He blinks his eyes wide when suddenly!lap girlfriend derails his entire train of thought. The Cognitive Process Express just jumps the tracks like Flipper going after all of Porter Ricks's pompanos like a total asshole, except then it flounders around belly-up and useless, scattering coal and train parts and squeaking pathetically with a sad kind of whistle.
The point is, Meridiana's move effectively TKO's Dave's mood and he doesn't even miss it. He almost starts to close his eyes when he feels those fingers in his hair--wants to savor it--but he catches himself, looks at her. Manages a smile.]
Gasp. No way. I'm gonna tell all the other kids at school.
[He circles his arms around her again and sinks back into the couch. He's mollified, for now; he hasn't quite solved the general issue of plans beyond safety, but he feels safe to do so, now. He feels safe. He leans up to kiss her, grateful.]
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The point is, Meridiana's move effectively TKO's Dave's mood and he doesn't even miss it. He almost starts to close his eyes when he feels those fingers in his hair--wants to savor it--but he catches himself, looks at her. Manages a smile.]
Gasp. No way. I'm gonna tell all the other kids at school.
[He circles his arms around her again and sinks back into the couch. He's mollified, for now; he hasn't quite solved the general issue of plans beyond safety, but he feels safe to do so, now. He feels safe. He leans up to kiss her, grateful.]
Love you, Meridiana. I'm okay. Are you okay.