[He turns the other cheek this time, towards the warmth of her lips on his skin, the smell of her skin so close. Lupin's lips brush against the tip of her nose when she pushes back to look at him.
It'd be affectionate if a pang of irritation didn't spring up from her words.]
And you're one to tell me what I can and cannot define. What I enjoy is this, yes, this, but...something's missing.
[the thief brat allows her to sit up so he can sit down at her feet.]
[action]
It'd be affectionate if a pang of irritation didn't spring up from her words.]
And you're one to tell me what I can and cannot define. What I enjoy is this, yes, this, but...something's missing.
[the thief brat allows her to sit up so he can sit down at her feet.]