Fic for finder-girl
Lyle frowned at the mirror, making small adjustments to his hair. It just wasn’t cooperating today.
“Lyyyyyle!” Molly appeared behind him, tugging on his shirt. “You’re such a girl. We’re just going to the park.”
“Shut up.” He flushed slightly, and ruffled her hair. “You always need to look cute. You never know when you’ll run into that perfect someone.”
She giggled. “I do always look cute. Some of us don’t have to try.” With that, she stuck out her tongue and dashed downstairs.
“Brat!” he called out, giving chase. He caught up easily; she couldn’t match his soccer speed. He tackled her, knocking her onto the couch and tickling her until she couldn’t stop laughing to breathe.
“Lyyyyyle!” Molly appeared behind him, tugging on his shirt. “You’re such a girl. We’re just going to the park.”
“Shut up.” He flushed slightly, and ruffled her hair. “You always need to look cute. You never know when you’ll run into that perfect someone.”
She giggled. “I do always look cute. Some of us don’t have to try.” With that, she stuck out her tongue and dashed downstairs.
“Brat!” he called out, giving chase. He caught up easily; she couldn’t match his soccer speed. He tackled her, knocking her onto the couch and tickling her until she couldn’t stop laughing to breathe.