((goes to sleep))
What? Wh—NO. Those pickles are supposed to be rehabilitated! THANK OF THE PICKLES WORTH.
PICK ANOTHER VEGETABLE TO THROW. Like…beets.
'M NOT REHABILITATIN'
FUCKIN’ PICKLES THEY’RE TOO TAINTED
THEY’RE JUS’ CUCUMBERS GONE BAD
DON’T ARGUE WI’ ME ‘BOUT TH’ ISSUES HANNA ‘M COMMISSIONER FOR A REASON.
Was it convincing? Maybe start up a new business on the side, y’know, paranormal investigations, Target employee, Pickle Police.
You can be the commissioner if you want, since you’re pretty awesome at sitting behind a desk looking pissed off.
I’d rather have ya wrestle pickles than ghosts, honestly.
If I’m th’ commissioner… of th’ pickle police… does that mean I can jus’ throw pickles at people I don’t like?
[There’s only been a handful of times when she’s actually had him offer up his coat. She’s worn it plenty of times. But mostly when she snagged it for herself.
But having it put on her like this without actually being in some form of life or death situation was.. Wow it was. Nice. And she felt a spreading warmth, not just from the coat itself, but from what it represented.
And maybe it. Made her just a little bit shy, that blush on her face darkening again as she let out a few small giggles. Frick. How did he manage to get that sound out of her so often.
She traced a red line along the skin of his back with a claw. Something that would easily resemble a ‘C’. And this time she didn’t really care whether or not he realized it.]
*He realized it. He felt the outline of that letter as clear as day, and maybe that made HIM a little shy too. Made him look at the floor between them and quirk a grin that was a little different from the one he’d been wearing for the past 10 minutes or so. He would have traced a little “W” on her side where his hands had settled, but she was already wearing his coat. No matter how many time both of them reminded each other where home was, he would never get tired of it.*
….Hehehe. Why don’t ya go relax, I’ll grill th’ cheese. Ya must be fuckin’ exhausted, plannin’ all this gay tonight~
[Well he was gonna get more of them with his teeth at her skin. And she gladly tilted her head a little more to give him better access, a bit of a dorky grin on her face as her hands snuck under his shirt and she pressed the tips of her claws gently against the skin of his back.]
Mmmmhmmm.. We should do that.
[That purr was definitely turning into something that was more of a rumble.]
*He answered with nothing but a lilting, teasing sound that was just higher than a rumble and too formless to be a chuckle. The claws against his back made him arch against her, ever so slightly, and he changed his ministrations from teeth to just gentle lips.
After a few moments he pulled back, just enough to slip his arms out of his fur coat and take it off. Then he slung it around her shoulders and kissed her forehead. He doesn’t have a flower crown to give back but here’s something really important that you deserve to wear*
[Aw man, don’t run your fingers over her ears. That only served to make her eyes shut and allow a contented sound to escape the back of her throat as she tugged him closer against her.]
Mmhm. S’called ‘The Happening’.
But also great.
*Hahaha good. He liked that sound. He liked a lot of her sounds. While her head was in his hands, he decided to gently tilt it to the left, baring her neck a little so he could nip at it*
Mmmsounds like a really stupid hipster club.
We gotta watch it.
"SIR STEP AWAY FROM THE PICKLES."
Holy shit yer really th’ pickle police omg
Excuse you, I have an excellent taste in movies. I jus’ DVR’d Jaws 3 th’other day, okay.
[She eased back against that counter, leaning into his hands and keeping up that purr that hadn’t really faded since it had started up all those minutes ago (which, incidentally, WASN’T A LOT OF MINUTES, but it still felt like it to her).]
Let’s watch that movie ‘bout th’trees that wanna kill everyone. That’s a good one.
[Her tail was curling and flicking comfortably, the more she was being touched and generally just being near him. And though the redness in her face had faded to a more… manageable level, it was still there to some degree. Probably would be for a few hours yet.]
Yer jus’ provin’ m’ point ‘ere, EVERYONE knows Jaws 2 was far superior. Pfft.
*His fingers trailed over her ears, just touching them gently and noting how she somehow looked more “mythical” with pearly white scales. He kind of liked it, especially when her cheeks and the bridge of her nose were flushed up pink as her hair*
What movie ‘bout killer trees????