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Aisling saw it as the sun fell over the horizon and her eyes brightened. "There, right?"
"Hm. Fine," she said as they took off down the road. (Zoop!)
"Use them to block out the sun too." * * * He pulled her shoe off and began tickling her mercilessly.
"Then you don't need a hat," she said primly, reaching over with one hand and plucking it from his head, putting it on. He laced his fingers...
She gave him a look adjacent to disgust. "Dion, you have two hands." Ellis looked up at her, while continuing to untie her shoes. "...yes."
"For what?" she countered, taking a sharp turn. "Making your aesthetic pop?" The sharp turn caused Blaise to slide towards Ellis and he caught...
"I mean, if you can make the hat work." * * * He frowned before giving her his slow sweet smile. "Blaise..."
"I think so," she replied, her low voice smoothly and one eyebrow arched. * * * "No, you won't."
She laughed lightly, turning her head to look over at him. "You could make it work." * * * "Well, then, Blaisey, you've made a terrible mistake."
“I think so,” she agreed, lifting him in the air gently.
“It would be a good look, I’m sure.” *** “Don’t lie to me, Blaise.”
"Emotional balancing," she said thoughtfully. "It's like a variant of healing magic."
"Nah, Dion. Just a potato sack." * * * "Are you ticklish?"
He would feel a warmth and strong happiness fill him. Joy in its most condensed form.
"Of course!" * * * Ellis looked up at her thoughtfully. "Are you ticklish?"
She grinned before pulling away slightly. "Close your eyes."
"It would be a decent potato sack." * * * He withdrew his hand. "If you say so."
She came over to him, slipping her arms around his waist and kissing him lightly. "Okay. In here?"
"Oh, you have criteria?" she responded, raising one eyebrow. * * * He withdrew his hand slightly, his brow furrowed. "You sure?"
"That's okay," she replied, tilting her head warmly as she watched him. "I could practice on you. Only good stuff, I promise."
