He frowned slightly. "..Yes, I did." *** "I'm afraid I might burn you on accident." *** She looked up at him warmly. "I'm just me. And you're you."
She considered him before smiling. “That’s really sweet.” *** He frowned. “Why would you do that?” he asked, taking her hand and beginning to walk across the field, the dewdrops sparkling in the grass. *** His brows furrowed and he watched her before releasing her, sitting up. “I should probably go...”
He tilted his head. "It is?" *** "Sometimes my emotions control my powers rather than my brain." *** She frowned, sitting back. "How come?"
“Yes,” she said, folding her hands primly. “I think it’s very kind.” *** “Oh? So no surprise parties?” *** He seemed distressed, his brows furrowed. “I just... I have some stuff I gotta do.”
"Well.. I'm glad. I was worried." *** She laughed. "Surprise parties?" *** "Oh.." She seemed a bit disappointed. "Okay."
"Because you care," she said, raising one eyebrow. "Right?" * * * "You heard me." * * * He nodded, standing up and offering a hand to her.
He nodded slightly. "Right." *** "I'm not sure about those," she admitted. *** She took it, standing up. "So what kind of things do you have to do?"
She beamed at him, evidently delighted. “Right.” *** “Only the candles are supposed to be on fire.” *** “Just... stuff,” he said vaguely. “I have to think.”
He seemed a little confused, but nodded slightly. *** "Well I can't help that one." *** She tilted her head. "Okay.."
Her smile faded and she cleared her throat, pulling her field guide on her lap. “Could I draw you?” *** “Not with that attitude.” *** He gave her a small smile before slipping his hands in his pockets, leaving her.
Her smile faded and she cleared her throat, pulling her field guide on her lap. “Could I draw you?” *** “Not with that attitude.” *** He gave her a small smile before slipping his hands in his pockets, leaving her.
She brightened, flipping to a fresh page and leaning back against the pillows as she began sketching lightly with a pencil. “You look sad,” she noted, her eyes flickering up to him. *** “I believe you have more capabilities than you let on.”
He met her gaze, his blue eyes sharp and collected. "I am perfectly content." *** "I don't know what you're talking about."
She paused, considering him for a moment before reaching over and ruffling his hair, her touch soft and gentle. “You look sad.” *** “That’s suspicious.”
He gave her a small smile, rolling his eyes. "I do not." *** "There's nothing suspicious here at all?"
“Yeah, you do,” she said, returning to her notebook and beginning to draw. “You look sad. Are you alright? Was it something I said?” *** He scoffed, draping his arm over her shoulder lazily. “I have a crush on a girl who is actually a secret spy.”
“You look sad,” she said primly, setting down her notebook and looking at him. “And I spend a lot of time watching you.” *** “You’re a devil.”
