[ He likes seeing it on her every time. It's a quiet, unspoken thing—the way it tends to be between them. Like how he shows up to her parties despite him typically not being one for large, loud gatherings. He doesn't mind when it's her.
A good question. His answer is not near imaginative, but he gives it anyway—a quirk to his lips that says he knows he's predictable. ] A little less.
[ He closes the distance; tilts her chin up to kiss her. The green and blue sky still shines above them, casting a gentle glow. ]
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A good question. His answer is not near imaginative, but he gives it anyway—a quirk to his lips that says he knows he's predictable. ] A little less.
[ He closes the distance; tilts her chin up to kiss her. The green and blue sky still shines above them, casting a gentle glow. ]