[ despite the obvious bleeding from his nose, he does think it does feel nice for her to show the care she does. y'know even as he's definitely going to remember this for the next few days. a fish's grudge runs deep. (no)
he moves his hand to hold hers steady and in place. ]
What happened to, y'know, like a journalist's spidey senses?
[ except, instead of smelling a scoop, you can tell your boyfriend is tailing after you??? ] Also, why do these napkins smell like... cilantro?
[ he sniffles as if to further accentuate his point. in reality, he really only smells cilantro and copper from his own blood. but, he does admittedly enjoy her fussing over him, even if... this is the cost of that attention. ]
That's like me showing up to a pie contest and I don't know, making jellyfish pancakes. [ it's not the same is his point. in reality, he's just pouting that she didn't recognize him, even when he was... in fact, hiding from her. make it make sense. ]
which is unfortunate. or so he thinks, even if he would absolutely use the same techniques and probably has to elicit this guilt to begin with. ] β¦ [ he squeezes her hand lightly. tilting his head back briefly, before looking back at her. ]
That's unfair. [ he finally places his hand back down, at least the blood seems to have stopped for now. instead he uses his now cilantro-smelling hands to gently block her eyes from his vision. ]
You know, two can play that game. [ but, for the record, she does win, if his shoulders slumping just slightly is any indication to that. that doesn't mean, he's forgotten this transgression, though!! wait until he gets to hog all the hot water at the hotel. ]
[ the worst thing is, he'd just let the hot water run and not even use it... they can just take cold baths together.
when his hands are pulled out of the way, she can probably see he isn't that upset anymore at least. especially, not when he hears what she has to say next. ] ... [ he does look off to the side, though. ] You know, you could have just led with that.
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he moves his hand to hold hers steady and in place. ]
What happened to, y'know, like a journalist's spidey senses?
[ except, instead of smelling a scoop, you can tell your boyfriend is tailing after you??? ] Also, why do these napkins smell like... cilantro?
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[ Calmly, even as she holds her hand still. Not that she needs to, with Rafayel gripping it. ]
Also I'm not a spider, so I have nooooo idea what that means. It's enough that I could tell I was being followed, right?
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[ he sniffles as if to further accentuate his point. in reality, he really only smells cilantro and copper from his own blood. but, he does admittedly enjoy her fussing over him, even if... this is the cost of that attention. ]
That's like me showing up to a pie contest and I don't know, making jellyfish pancakes. [ it's not the same is his point. in reality, he's just pouting that she didn't recognize him, even when he was... in fact, hiding from her. make it make sense. ]
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[ Oh, she's even toeing the ground sadly with one foot. Absolutely shameless.
Truthfully, she can't tell if he's more offended that she whacked him or that she didn't realize it was him following her. ]
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which is unfortunate. or so he thinks, even if he would absolutely use the same techniques and probably has to elicit this guilt to begin with. ] β¦ [ he squeezes her hand lightly. tilting his head back briefly, before looking back at her. ]
Depends. [ how are you making it up to him⦠]
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[ You're really going to make her keep looking like a petulant kicked puppy?? Raf??? ]
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You know, two can play that game. [ but, for the record, she does win, if his shoulders slumping just slightly is any indication to that. that doesn't mean, he's forgotten this transgression, though!! wait until he gets to hog all the hot water at the hotel. ]
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But she does tug at his hands to free her vision, pouting lightly. ]
At any rate, I am happy to see you!
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when his hands are pulled out of the way, she can probably see he isn't that upset anymore at least. especially, not when he hears what she has to say next. ] ... [ he does look off to the side, though. ] You know, you could have just led with that.
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[ She's delicate!!
(Is she) ]
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