[ Sure enough, it's not long until those enthusiastic kisses make her start to giggle, his unrestrained attentions so different from hers, but something she was incredibly fond of all the same. One arm escapes his grasp to loop around his neck, fingers twisting gently in his hair. Creators, his hair was soft. And pretty.
She squirmed in his lap, still giggling as she presses her lips to whatever part of his face she can reach, giving him little nuzzles when she can. ]
You know--You could always be a bard. One of the cool ones, that sing and stab people. You're good at both of those.
[ The fact that being one of those kinds of bards usually comes with being able to play the Game with some modicum of skill, as well as the knowledge that Merrick could probably handle the Game with the same grace as a cranky druffalo let loose in a ball, rather escapes her. ]
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Date: 2015-11-08 11:01 am (UTC)She squirmed in his lap, still giggling as she presses her lips to whatever part of his face she can reach, giving him little nuzzles when she can. ]
You know--You could always be a bard. One of the cool ones, that sing and stab people. You're good at both of those.
[ The fact that being one of those kinds of bards usually comes with being able to play the Game with some modicum of skill, as well as the knowledge that Merrick could probably handle the Game with the same grace as a cranky druffalo let loose in a ball, rather escapes her. ]