[ she wants to be mad, if only because instincts always deem her to be, because that's always the natural course of everything she comes to face. and considering the tricks and the wreckage that followed, she probably has all reason to be.
but as he disappears briefly, only to return with a set of towels, even with her crossed stern arms, she can't find it in herself to be angry with him, her lips pursing as she tries to contain a partial smile that wants to rise from them.
taking one of the offered towels, she presses it to her cheeks, wiping off the coating of white flour there before lightly grazing it against her exposed neck. even when she gives a roll of her eyes, there's a bit of amusement in the gesture, playful even. ] I guess I can let you do that much. It's the least you can do.
[ maybe she repeats that last line to tease, a shrug in her shoulders as she tries to pretend to still be uptight about it. ]
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but as he disappears briefly, only to return with a set of towels, even with her crossed stern arms, she can't find it in herself to be angry with him, her lips pursing as she tries to contain a partial smile that wants to rise from them.
taking one of the offered towels, she presses it to her cheeks, wiping off the coating of white flour there before lightly grazing it against her exposed neck. even when she gives a roll of her eyes, there's a bit of amusement in the gesture, playful even. ] I guess I can let you do that much. It's the least you can do.
[ maybe she repeats that last line to tease, a shrug in her shoulders as she tries to pretend to still be uptight about it. ]