"You can't decide between staying with me or tickling me! Is it really that hard of a choice?" * * * "It's a sign of something. I'm just not sure what."
She squinted at him. "Are you sure about that?" * * * "Not just any twelve year old. A gossiping twelve year old."
She waited patiently for an answer, raising an eyebrow. * * * "Eh. It's fine. It's just, you know. Terrifying."
She chuckled warmly before coming over to him again. "I'm really fond of you, you know," she told him, kissing his cheek. "Just so you know." * * * He kissed her forehead. "Are you tired?"
"Good Lord, Landon, of course not. Probably. Most likely. Just don't tickle me." * * * "Well... what time is it?"
She gave him an affectionate smile, brushing his hair out of his face. Kissing the tip of his nose, she turned away and returned to her work. * * * "Ha," he said flatly. "Good one."
He blinked, a bit surprised as he turned back to the work. *** She grinned. "Honestly though, I'm not sure."
(Tiny time skip until they're done?) * * * He yawned and craned his neck around to look at the clock on the stove. "Hm. About 8." He paused before raising an eyebrow. "This may be a lame suggestion," he began. "But would you want to play a video game?"
Val stepped back, her hands on her hips. "I think we may be done." * * * He rubbed the back of his neck embarrassedly. "... a little."
