"Yes you did! Why are you avoiding my question?" She went and stood in front of him, hands on her hips. "Hmm?"
He watched her carefully, his eyes reflecting warmth. He scratched his chin, rubbing the stubble that grew there, until putting his hands on her shoulders and turning her around. "Go finish your cannon," he said quietly. "I think I'm beating you, you know."
She tensed a bit when he touched her, but she didn't say anything. "You're mean. And besides, I've done this a bunch of times, so there's no way you're beating me at it."
"Oh really?" he asked, returning to his cannon with a cheeky grin. "Because I seem to have completed five, and you seem to only have done..." He counted carefully, and looked at her with an innocent smile. "Four."
She grumbled, going to her fifth cannon. "Whatever, Curnow. I've been cleaning cannons way longer than you, so don't act all high and mighty," she said, grinning at him teasingly.
"So what's distracting you this time? What's keeping you from absolutely wiping the deck with me?" he asked with mock innocence. "Nothing has really changed from the norm except... Oh. Huh. I see. I didn't know you felt that way, Avice."
"Be quiet, Jack. We're friends." Her tone was strange, like the words were forced, and she rolled her eyes at him. You wouldn't like someone like me, anyways. The thoughts intruded, and she frowned.
"Oh, I'm sure," he said, grinning wickedly at her, enjoying himself. "Just friends. But that's not what you wish for, is it?"
She looked up at him. "It's not what I wish for," she said, gripping her rag a little tighter. (Avice, you cuck)
(JUST KISS YOU TWO) He shrugged, laughing deeply before returning to the cannons. "Whatever you say, Avice," he said. "Whatever you say."
She turned to look at him. "Do you want that?" (MAYBE WHEN SHE'S DRUNK LOL THAT WAY SHE DOESN'T REMEMBER)
He raised his eyebrows at her before rolling his eyes. "What do you think, Avice?" he asked sarcastically. Yes. Yes. (KISSKISSKISS)
(THEY CAN'T YETTTTT I WANT THEM TO, THOUGH.) "I don't know, Jack." She shrugged, standing up. "Judging from the way you act, I could either just say yes or blame it on you being polite."
"I had a feeling that would be it," she said, continuing as well. "Probably shouldn't have considered the other option."
"You considered it, hm?" he asked, blowing on some residual dust in the cannon. "And how did that possibility make you feel?"
"My dear Avice," he said with a smile. "You should know me well enough by now to know that I never miss an opportunity to inflate my ego."
