[One reason one should never wait until the last minute to do holiday shopping is you might not find it when you need to. It might be sold out, the mail-in could come too late, or you might get run over by a crazy lady and her cart in the department store.
Clearly, that is not a problem here. But another reason - which really she has no business
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This may very well be none of my business, but these seem to require a larger cart.
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And she'll be making sure it doesn't wobble away before turning a grin and maybe a hand reach-out on Linner, once it's not threatening an avalanche.]
Yeah, but I couldn't find any in the shops-
Maybe I'm just meant to ask for help.
[-help?]
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[He leans lightly on the cart and grins.]
Did you have anyone particular in mind?
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And it gets an uncertain stare - how long will it balance so sweetly - before she tries mirroring Linner's face.]
Nope, but it looks like I'm lucky today.
How about it, will you volunteer for me? Or do I still have to think of a bribe?
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How good's the bribe?
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But a few seconds of 'mmmmmm', and then a grin. Unsure as it is.]
How about one early present? Would that do it?
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You drive an intriguing bargain! Hired.
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Good! I mean-
[Right right, leaning tower over their heads, in a hall.]
-can you watch that side while I push?
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[So he'll hover over the indicated area, hands at the ready to catch and steady any precarious presents. They'll get this cart to its destination yet.
Now if he could just stop smiling flirtatiously at the driver. Look how helpful he's being!]
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And she tries so hard to battle it by talking while they go-]
Is it pointless to ask where you popped from today? Or was it just-
[-just when they make it to the elevator she glances over again and sees smiles and breaks into another snort and cruel, cruel order.]
Stop it!
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There's a perfectly simple way of keeping track of me. You do know that, yes?
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I- what? Hmm, well if it's really that simple.
Stick around you?
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A completely sensible proposition. Which also includes the helpful side effects of beating off boredom and guaranteeing a clean home.
I don't suffer messes.
[And he pulls a snobbish expression, but he's smiling.]
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[And that's a tease accompanied by a cruel, cruel reach up and dig fingers into hair, messing up innocent hair.
But it's all slightly a cover of, well, not shock but certainly awe.
He's talking about shared space.]
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Bend down and give another distracting grin, apparently. (But he will argue that he's fulfilling his side of the bargain! These gifts are not falling over!)]
There are standards of decorum! I stand by this quite firmly.
Besides, I'm rather fond of your soap. Nice aroma, very soft.
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-well you'll have trouble with me. Then. I get things everywhere.
[But indeed, her fingers quit messing and slow to just rubbing, getting big-eyed on him. And red from soap and talk leads skkkk-]
And you, poor shower user- getting stuck with my home-style bathroom.
And my bed.
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