And she looks around and laughs, happily pressing herself against him.]
You call this a crowd? Pah! This is nothing!
[She's pretty, and she knows it, and she's never been above using it either for fun, or to get what she wants. When you lack physical power, no tactic is underhanded in her opinion.]
You mean there are moments when you don't show off?
[Has she seen one of those? She's not sure she has.
She gives a small gasp when he pulls her closer. She's not wearing heels, so he is quite a bit taller than she is, and he is quite a lot more toned than his shapeless hoodies make him look. Just solid muscle everywhere.]
[ He grinned, leaning in a little so that his breath was just on her ear, and started to him to himself, the song a quiet incantation as his free hand slipped into his pocket for the lighter he always carried within it.
He flicked the flint and felt the spark, and seconds later tiny little floating lights like fireflies started to swirl up around them.
A couple people gasped and Fox smirked triumphantly to himself. Yeah, fine, he guessed being visible sometimes had its benefits. ]
[She blinks quickly as she hears the hum. He's doing magic, that much she can tell, and as soon as she hears the gasps from the crowd she pulls back a little to look around and she smiles at the blinking lights, holding out her hand to try and poke one.]
That's so pretty! ... Thanks. I like that much better than traipsing around mausoleums in the dark.
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And she looks around and laughs, happily pressing herself against him.]
You call this a crowd? Pah! This is nothing!
[She's pretty, and she knows it, and she's never been above using it either for fun, or to get what she wants. When you lack physical power, no tactic is underhanded in her opinion.]
They're looking at you too, you know?
[After all, Fox himself is a looker.]
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Uh huh, sure, that’s definitely what’s going on here. Don’t tell me that or I’ll want to show off.
[ Too late, he already did. He slid an arm around her waist to pull her closer and then whispered: ]
How do you feel about fireflies?
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[Has she seen one of those? She's not sure she has.
She gives a small gasp when he pulls her closer. She's not wearing heels, so he is quite a bit taller than she is, and he is quite a lot more toned than his shapeless hoodies make him look. Just solid muscle everywhere.]
I love them. Why?
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[ He grinned, leaning in a little so that his breath was just on her ear, and started to him to himself, the song a quiet incantation as his free hand slipped into his pocket for the lighter he always carried within it.
He flicked the flint and felt the spark, and seconds later tiny little floating lights like fireflies started to swirl up around them.
A couple people gasped and Fox smirked triumphantly to himself. Yeah, fine, he guessed being visible sometimes had its benefits. ]
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[She blinks quickly as she hears the hum. He's doing magic, that much she can tell, and as soon as she hears the gasps from the crowd she pulls back a little to look around and she smiles at the blinking lights, holding out her hand to try and poke one.]
That's so pretty! ... Thanks. I like that much better than traipsing around mausoleums in the dark.