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"You.. Hm. You're inappropriate." *** "No movies?"
She playfully hit his shoulder. "I will tickle you again."
"Ha! Good luck with that. Those are expensive."
"Valerie, don't tell me about inappropriate. I know you." *** She frowned. "Aw."
"Do what?" she asked, pursing her lips.
He burst out laughing, before stifling it. "...I see."
He hesitated, before mustering a confident voice. " I'm not." *** "All the glitter!"
She rolled her eyes, trying to hide a smile by turning away. "Whatever.."
He seemed confused. "Oh..?"
He smiled slightly. "I guess." *** "Alllll glitter."
She sat back on the bed grumpily as she crossed her arms. "You don't even care about kissed or anything."
"Well, it's gonna be a tux. Not like I'm picking out a kilt. I'm sure you look lovely."
"You just wanna make out." *** She chuckled. "Your whole apartment is glitter!"
"Was it really that easy?"
He chuckled slightly. "I mean, definitely no pantsuits."
He blinked. "But we need to paint.." *** "You'll have to show, oh glitter master."
She glared at him, before repenting. "Okay, fine! You don't hate me. You love me. And you do get kisses."
He crossed his legs, his head cocked in thought.
He shook his head. "No surrender." *** "Nope. All I know is that you grade tests."
She paused, pulling away and shrugging. "Fine. No more kisses for you."
