(Up to you! I think it'd be interesting to see how it affects their relationship.) "Oh? Why is that?" she asked, her shoulder brushing with his.
(Alrighty! They'd better not break up or I'm blaming YOU.) "Oh?" she asked, amused, her fingers closing around his hand. "So... loopy Francis, then?"
(Them breaking up is against the rules!) "Hmm.. Similar, but I think loopy one knows boundaries. When I'm drunk I can be an ass."
"When you're loopy you can be an ass," she responded smoothly. She smirked up with him, her dimples exposed. "Actually, when you're sober, you can also be an ass. Being an ass seems to be kind of a consistent thing with you."
(heehee) "To be honest, Mr. Craw," she said, raising an eyebrow and kissing his cheek lightly. "I'm not even sure why we're still together at this point. We've tried to break up three times this last week. Should we make it a fourth?"
He looked at her with a grin, though he seemed to have a slight buzz. "You would hurt me like again, right? That's 'unprofessional'."
"'Unprofessional' to break up with someone who can act like an ass?" Poppy asked, kissing his cheek quickly. "No, Mr. Craw. That's called 'common sense.'"
"But you still love me, right? Because I don't think I could stop loving you even if I wanted to," he said earnestly.
"Hm, perhaps," she said, turning her head slightly to glance over at him. "I take these things very seriously, you know."
"I'm sure that's the case," she said, patting his arm affectionately before turning to look out the window, watching the purple skyline deepen.
He watched her quietly, before looking out his own window, lightly tapping the glass with his fingers.
She watched the landscape go by, before eventually tilting her head until it rested on his shoulder, her hair lightly tickling his face. "I love you," she said eventually, her voice weary. "Slurred words and all."
He put his arm around her, kissing the top of her head. "I love you, too, despite the fact that you want to break up with me," he teased.
She settled into his arm, and he would be able to feel her smile against his shoulder. "Huh. Yeah, it's quite a weird situation we've gotten into. Maybe it would just be better if we stayed together for a while."
"I think I can work with that. I would prefer that, actually," he said. He smelled faintly like wine, and he pulled her a bit closer. "Hmm. Y'know... Eh. Nevermind." He was going to say something, but shook his head, looking back out the window.
